His eyes lap at her lonliness. Gravel rolling gently at the bottom of each iris. Their heads mashed into the pillow, faces together, everythings for burying. Greasy hair, they havent washed in days. Yet they are smart enough. They know they are aint. Eliza Doolittle wont speak proper. Sex in a car last night, theyre reliving that. He said make sure its a dark road,...
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i've been slacking on keeping up with other peoples' journals. which, in the big picture, can only be a good thing (sorry guys). as PauloO pointed out to me recently, according to my own journal entries, it appear that i'm getting progressively happier. by jimminy, he has a point. things are getting better in general. looked at an apartment in providence on monday. i'm excited...
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chuba:
In other news,
I finally read Playing The Tin Whistle.
I had pasted it in to a blank document called Nicole, and abruptly became the busiest professional vacationer in the West. I read it and have refused comment preferring it to digest for awhile like fine pizza. You're right, it's naked, and only as beautiful and unwashed as you are. You know I barely ever think about dying. I read your little living history and see why. People like yerself who think they're thinking of death, seem to be eloquently surmising the every breath of life. I, for example, think about that piece right now and just start giggling with the satisfaction of relief. Chuckling out a cafe window because you were close, really close, and you came out of it. Not only did you come out of it to become part of countless seconds and lives, but you came close with a dignity you may never recognize. You came out of it never having come close to death. You will, unlike so many other people, be alive until the very moment when we each become something else. I am happy for you, and what you saw being on paper somewhere.
On a side note, I found a cute little irony in the fact that the poetic imagery found it's true hammer of simplicity, and therefore it's best effect, towards the end, at Hair Make-up and Heels. it speaks to zest of reflection that comes with being on the winning side of a struggle.
P.S. In the new bachelorette pad, don't overlook the lovely, filth party-machine quality of velvet paintings. They lend themselves to a, dare I say it, certain hipsterian feng shue.
I finally read Playing The Tin Whistle.
I had pasted it in to a blank document called Nicole, and abruptly became the busiest professional vacationer in the West. I read it and have refused comment preferring it to digest for awhile like fine pizza. You're right, it's naked, and only as beautiful and unwashed as you are. You know I barely ever think about dying. I read your little living history and see why. People like yerself who think they're thinking of death, seem to be eloquently surmising the every breath of life. I, for example, think about that piece right now and just start giggling with the satisfaction of relief. Chuckling out a cafe window because you were close, really close, and you came out of it. Not only did you come out of it to become part of countless seconds and lives, but you came close with a dignity you may never recognize. You came out of it never having come close to death. You will, unlike so many other people, be alive until the very moment when we each become something else. I am happy for you, and what you saw being on paper somewhere.
On a side note, I found a cute little irony in the fact that the poetic imagery found it's true hammer of simplicity, and therefore it's best effect, towards the end, at Hair Make-up and Heels. it speaks to zest of reflection that comes with being on the winning side of a struggle.
P.S. In the new bachelorette pad, don't overlook the lovely, filth party-machine quality of velvet paintings. They lend themselves to a, dare I say it, certain hipsterian feng shue.
aspasia:
I'm really sorry to hear about your friend.
On the other hand, as you said: go team nesting!
On the other hand, as you said: go team nesting!
sex / shame
work / jobs
witness / blame
corn / cobs
pleasure / guilt
born / built
work / jobs
witness / blame
corn / cobs
pleasure / guilt
born / built
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zcxzcxzcxzcxzxcz:
Can you tell anything from the pictures that people put into their "My favouite SG pics"? Probably not, but it is fun wondering.
dekews:
I wish it wasn't so. 
just let it out
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chuba:
Sooo much caffeine. Noooooot enough sleep.
Soooooo sleeeeepyyyy.
Soooooo sleeeeepyyyy.
anaxarete:
hmmmm
let it out
these usually work
cry
run
orgasm
being tickled
or any combination of the above
but not today
let it out
these usually work
cry
run
orgasm
being tickled
or any combination of the above
but not today
THE WRAPUP
ok, so i finished the second draft of my short novel earlier than my birthday-deadline. yay me.
my boyfriend's the only person reading it. he's got a good critical eye, and is not a writer, both pluses as i see it.
i'll probably take his suggestions into account, edit some more, and then let it gestate a while before going for the third...
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ok, so i finished the second draft of my short novel earlier than my birthday-deadline. yay me.
my boyfriend's the only person reading it. he's got a good critical eye, and is not a writer, both pluses as i see it.
i'll probably take his suggestions into account, edit some more, and then let it gestate a while before going for the third...
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mattscope:
Good luck with it! Any questions about photography feel free to ask 
artrob:
I don't know if I've been to that place. I went to one of the best Italian places in town with my friends before, but I don't remember the name. It was excellent.
I'l put that place on my list of places to go when in Providence...
I'l put that place on my list of places to go when in Providence...
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artrob:
i suggest you go for it. do you have any equipment?
aspasia:
I'm not the person to ask. Until my friend let me his Canon rebel I was shooting with the cheapest digital camera one could buy 2 years ago. I know jack about cameras.
I would say the big decision is do you want a DSLR? Or something cheaper, and more fun (zoom lens, records video, etc.)?
I would say the big decision is do you want a DSLR? Or something cheaper, and more fun (zoom lens, records video, etc.)?
The truth is, I'm a little unsteady. A little symptomatic of the snowdrifts outside. And each evergreen willful and pressing as a terrible debt. I try to shed the guilt but lose my clothing every time, instead. And then you run into your estranged mother at the pharmacy. She holds your hands and cries that she misses you, but what about the comic element. The...
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metatag:
Have you seen him in Black Adder? He is so funny in that!
Happy Valentine's Day
Happy Valentine's Day
figmentation:
HUGS happy V day.
HUGS happy V day. "In the middle ages an anchoress was a woman called to a solitary life, not cut-off from the world, but anchored in it. Her life was one of prayer and contemplation and her daily work. Her home was a small room, or cell, attached to the side of a church. There was a `Rule of Life` associated with anchoresses drawn up in the 13th century,...
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chuba:
While writing this last from the helm of HellBucks I hear this related from two rich women:
"Hi, Diane!"
"Oh my God, hello! How are you!"
"Great! Just great, Ohh how's the baby?!"
"Oh yeah, we lost it."
"Oh, what, oh no."
"Yeah, no it's okay. It's really okay. We're trying again, so you know-"
"Uh huh-"
"Yeah, it's due date would have been last November twelfth."
"I know, I know-"
"So...but how are you? How's the dance studio Pilates thing going?"
"Oh great, you wouldn't believe it. You know you should absolutely come to some classes."
"DOUBLE TALL CARAMEL MACCHIATO"
-And so on. Only yer local Anchoress know's for sure. I'm off to make Grandma's dindin.
[Edited on Feb 13, 2006 6:17PM]
"Hi, Diane!"
"Oh my God, hello! How are you!"
"Great! Just great, Ohh how's the baby?!"
"Oh yeah, we lost it."
"Oh, what, oh no."
"Yeah, no it's okay. It's really okay. We're trying again, so you know-"
"Uh huh-"
"Yeah, it's due date would have been last November twelfth."
"I know, I know-"
"So...but how are you? How's the dance studio Pilates thing going?"
"Oh great, you wouldn't believe it. You know you should absolutely come to some classes."
"DOUBLE TALL CARAMEL MACCHIATO"
-And so on. Only yer local Anchoress know's for sure. I'm off to make Grandma's dindin.
[Edited on Feb 13, 2006 6:17PM]
palo:
Man, the easy listening.. I could handle Marvin Gaye, but Phil Collins and Celine Dion are tough.
blizzard tonight! and i'm not talking dairy queen. i'm talking a reported 2 inches accumulation per hour. schwing! it's times like these that i'm glad i'm couch-surfing grandma's condo, as i don't fucking shovel show. not because i'm a princess, but because, for the millionth time, i have a heart condition!
so. i'm heading out in good new england fashion - within the hour, in...
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chuba:
Yes it's true I'm pretty lucky when it comes to her. But I'm a firm believer that a family that remains honest to one another is just a byproduct of growing up ghetto. When you sit across from three other people sharing the same small apartments yer whole life you learn things. Besides you don't need parents, your a famous interweb model.
mattscope:
A lot of bi-curiousness around here? I haven't noticed... 
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artrob:
we need to have more of these conversations.
aspasia:
You look like you need someone to spoon you!
reminds me of a conversation overheard on a greyhound bus somwhere in the middle of Montana - a latethirtysomething up-for-it woman talking about her taste in men ... flawed men, who have perhaps served a little time
I've never forgotten
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now lady - I wanna have a pharmatalk with youz
I don't mean to be intrusive - but if you want to play along, what pharmaceuticals are you on, for how long and why?
how are they paid for?