"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past" (189)

--close curtain--

July 24, 2005

I really enjoyed your talk:Your hands are callosed but i like them just the same, i mean, it's nice to touch them in reality. I hardly noticed a hint of Portugese amid your captivating speech. Your teeth are perfect with vampire canines. Don't worry, your radiance now dulls the golden locks from before. I hope my stare does not ( Read more... )

Guess who got a job at the Copperzone Tanning Salon?

Guess who got a mannequin from eBay?

Guess who lost 8 pounds and can fit into Le Tigré pants?

Guess who's going to the Le Tigré concert in July?

yeeeeeeeeuh

In the year 1692, the power of suggestion was underestimated in Salem, Massachusetts. An unfortunate community of Puritans was plagued with hysteria and suspicion from the idea of witchcraft being practiced among its members. As a result, brother turned against brother and hell literally broke loose. The causes of this turmoil are numerous yet ( Read more... )

"Hello, I'm Whitney."
"Oh! It's a small world, you're the incredible girl that Jon told us about."

So Shelltown is pretty much all cakes and muffins for me- for now. I felt like a princess. Never in my life was I known of before being introduced and all that I could do was blush in reaction to this very new experience. Jon pulled me aside and ( Read more... )

I purchased a draping mannequin from Ebay.
-convenience

I am forced to drive with Corinne up to Shelltown; where Dishonest Jon lives.
-hostility

Malnutrition isn't that terrible.
-pride

Writing in this... thing.
-disgusting/hypocrisy

my cellphone is calling my name in the form of his voice. i want to answer- but slipping through the shadows is not as easy as it looks, just overrated. i'm a hypocrite for writing in this instead. yuck. the memories to re-live will hold me over for just a little bit. but only just so.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

so i guess its all over according to them.

or is it? i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care

lies were fed

i don't understand why i eat things when i'll only end up feeling immediate guilt. why am i even writing this in here? no one reads this anyway. good. this is something for the biological journal because this one will soon be gone.

Her eyes widened with blindness-- from her emerging ability to see their intentions

i got you