run run run.

all I ever wanted, all I ever needed.

i feel an escape about to happen and it’s either me or them. but i really just want us all to stay in the kitten commune and adopt a puppy.

Hahahahahaha!!!! Ahhhh….

"I should start cutting my cocaine with Plan B." -Random girl at a party, on killing one bird with two stones.

Or fucking two stones with a bird. Or having an abortion while you’re at work. Or sleeping on your lunch break.

Going out last night reminded me of ninth grade. Bossy loves are hard but I’m louder. So I think this time will be easier on me and them???

Shits been crazy for everyone recently and erin and natalie told me why. Apparently there have been two eclipses this month. One in the beginning and the second just occurred. Hmmm. Also they told me to check out my monthly horoscope on some website. Yup. Pretty much dead on. I mean I don’t normally follow it, but I read em just so I can read about myself. I usually disagree or make it fit me. But no kitten, it was(seemed) so freakin accurate- with dates and everything. Less me, more we. Interesting. Fucking crazy… but I still create and manifest and make shit happen.

But it’s good to know that I still have magic inside my bones somewhere. Thank goodness.

Plans for the summertime even though it’s just about august: Go horseback riding. Get vomity tan. Only wear rompers OR dress like a sailor, cowboy, or candy. Be a lady. Eat cotton candy ice cream from dairy queen OR write to haagen daz and tell them to make it. Stop blacking out. (ahhh just kidding mom)

Someone brought in fresh basil and thyme to work so I took a bag and am gonna make spaghetti for my babies.

~Wifey for lifey.

summer fun.

here it is fun

for the deepest craving of man is not to suffer but do as he pleases

that is our golden secret

gin and whisky, girls for the asking

we'll have a seven day week, every day a day of leisure

and the raging typhoon will never bother us here.

no one shall suffer from the blues,

they'll smoke and dream of all the promises of nightfall

beary sleepy.

it would probably be easier for me to sleep like a normal person if this was my bedroom...

yes sir.

i’m pretty sure the sweetest thing a boyfriend has ever said to me was, “i’d rather fight with you then love someone else.” too bad it was true but he was a pedophile.

do it.

i’ve got the next 3 days off and i am so excited.

here's what i'm thinking...

turn change into mones.

thrifting with ashley.

field trip to my parents’ house.

tanning both fake and real.

eat eat eat eat eat.

return shoes to j.crew.

spa day with ashley and neighbor nicole.

baby roadtrip to agua caliente cus i don’t believe.

go to the zoo.

raw (ouch).

i’m gonna go out for sushi tonight.

i miss lil sushi though.

and i miss eating sushi with you.

what the fuck?

why is this hard?

duh.

sing into my mouth.

the less we say about it the better
make it up as we go along
feet on the ground
head in the sky
it's ok i know nothing's wrong. . . nothing

honesty game.

i'm in love.

ice cream.

i just wanna find someone who will never be embarrassed by me. who doesn’t look at me in a way where they are telling me to stop. who doesn’t feel overshadowed or intimidated. who won’t tell me to stop talking. i just wanna find someone who can keep up. i think i need to marry a rapper.

high society.

i sometimes feel like when i talk people look at me and think- jeez that girl is retarded. and not necessarily about what i’m talking about (gargling cum with AIDs) but rather how i’m saying it. i fuck words up, i have a hard time with pronunciation. i use the wrong word, and not just like continually vs continuously, but like “let’s go spaghetti” = “let’s go eat.” i apparently stutter now too.

despite this i still talk a lot. and now i’m starting a blog…