Wednesday, August 12, 2009

corey feldman

kind of like walking in the rain wearing a tracksuit and a big unflattering coat heading towards hagley park and you have a spliff in your pocket and you are listening to you ipod and this song comes on and it says "i was my parents vision" and you think to myself, "what would my parents think?" so you just change the song to something a bit more fitting to your unhealthy lifestyle: the streets. you figure that no matter how trashy and gross your life gets, just put on some mike skinner and you'll feel classy in comparison. you can feel classy even if you are sitting on a park bench wearing a tracksuit and a big unflattering coat smoking a spliff and just watching the traffic because it is "buzzy" and you feel too slothlike to move.

i think my hair got really wet that day regardless of the fact i had a hood/hat. it got worse, when i got home i ate a bowl of cereal and genuinely enjoyed the movie stepbrothers.

~a day in the lyfe~

Thursday, June 11, 2009

crystals that are turkish who knows

The first boy I ever kissed, I think I only kissed him because all my friends were pash sluts. I went to his house and he was all "do you want to go out with me" and I said "no, not really but you can kiss me if you want" and it was awkward and really retarded and so i went home. i'd forgotten my bus pass was expired so i had to take charity from an old woman at the bus stop.

sometimes i wish i could summon the emotional immaturity/playa attitude i had as a 15 year old. but mostly i just wish for that childs fare bus pass. $30 for unlimited travel over a whole month. what a dream.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

wait til i get my hands on you

Have you ever made a doctors appointment even though you don't actually have anything you need to tell the doctor? I think I just did that and I don't think I'll have anything to tell her tomorrow at 12:15 except maybe "don't make me get a pap smear you don't have to worry trust me it's fine"
FUN FACT: My doctors last name is Gordon and she was born on the 21st of may too.

I guess I could say that things are a bit stressful at the moment. This whole year so far has been pretty average to say the least APART FROM leaving home and living in a nice house with nice gurlz and that's probably what is keeping me from having a complete mental breakdown. I've been way too sheltered in terms of ~the heart~ for too long and now trying to pick up the pieces/whateveridktryingtoredefinemyselfwithoutyou it's still really difficult and it's been 6 months so maybe I should just have like 5 new boyfriends because maybe I'm like you and need to be sleeping with somebody to be happy but you know what.

It's fine.

I'm okay.

Because sure I go to bed most nights feeling slightly miserable but as I'm going to sleep I think of how tomorrow is a new day and hey, you never know what could happen. You might just wear the ugliest outfit ever and just sit on your laptop in various campus cafes for hours eating citrus slices that taste like they have foam rubber mats as a substitute for citrus but, hey. It's okay. It always is.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

He and Levin were great friends

I had a dream about you and you wrote a blog about me and said that I had a militant haircut. It was a cool dream and I was disappointed to wake up. It wasn't cool that you thought I had a militant haircut though. I enrolled in this stupid creative writing class and I am meant to have written something really amazing by now but haven't even thought about ideas. Maybe I am just too scared to "get creative" and would just rather stop going to the class and get an E grade. That would be cool. Much cooler than getting "critiqued" by some tool that writes opera and poetry. What to do! Maybe I should just get really enthusiastic about yachting and gliding. Good, cheap hobbies.


If I keep up this diet I am going to die alone.

Saturday, February 21, 2009


"just don't tell her"

"when i was your age, my best friend and my boyfriend hooked up. they are married now and have 3 children. ha.. ha, funny the way things play out. a bit awkward huh"

"so, simone, what do you do?"

Friday, February 6, 2009


You looked really nice and I thought about maybe shouting out your name from across the street and waving to you and saying hello and asking what you are doing now since it looked as though you were shutting up shop for the night. But I hate yelling and what if you already had plans?

Right now I am just trying to keep my priorities straight with a Paul Simon themed computer?

Should I just wear amazing Hawaiian dresses for the rest of my life?