cirdt

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so one night during what i think was our first year of university , rin and rosita and i all went out and got completely fucking hammered together. at some point i was given the purse to hold, as i was the "soberest" person there. no good came of it. i think a cab driver may have had to help rin and rosita search for our keys in a snowbank. i may have peed behind a tree. or that may have been rosita. seriously, i have no recollection that is not SEVERELY fuzzed out by fruity girlie drinks.

but apparently at some point we came home, and stumbled down the stairs to rin's basement apartment

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and then, at some point during the evening (which, fyi, was i think the fateful night that the nickname "cirdt" was first coined, in one of rin's blogposts for this very site) i decided that the rinster sholud take pictures of me in various state of undress. this was before she was even famous for taking her clothes off online, so i don't know if i can even blame her for this.







oh, blurry pinup shots, how i love you

sometimes i think people wonder how we have stayed friends for so long.

this is how, bitch. she is the keeper of my past. who else would remember things like this?

also, like this?:




oh, how we used to rock the magnetic poetry,

<3

i am also nostalgic for my trip to van at the beginning of this month. i know the connotations usually atatched to "nostalgic" suggest that it should not be applied to events less than a month old, but i have never been a slave to the usual usage of the english language. ask anyone who's ever received a late-night text message from me.

honestly, those 4 days spent with rin and redmess and s_eldorado and ladyexxa were pretty much the first time in a few years that i've actually been... happy. not vaguely amused, or chemically imbalanced in a positive way, just happy. the vancouver crowd is pretty awesome. and there is an ocean. and fruit in baskets outside of family-owned grocery stores.

also, rin and i are clearly the awesomest ever.

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And all day long we talk about mercy:
lead me to water lord, I sure am thirsty.
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you,
up in the clouds where he almost heard you

This is an old song,
these are old blues.
This is not my tune,
but it's mine to use.


Joanna Newsom and i are rocking out. it is 01:33 and i am wishing i had a bottle of red wine. because i do not understand moderation.

i am always running away. i keep telling myself that someday i will find something i will not run from, but i begin to suspect that this is untrue. i think i need to start looking for something willing to run with me.

all that i know is blowing like tumbleweeds