| October to February |
[Oct. 25th, 2006|10:39 pm] |
Suck.
Screw them. I just wont participate.
I'm taking those months off. I'll just sleep and eat and dream and read and
NOTHING ELSE.
No thinking, just sitting beside heaters and listening to music. |
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| Sleepy Eyes |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|09:43 pm] |
looking at other live journals/ live journal communities
"things I want to do before I die"
*move somewhere without anyone I know and build everything from scratch
*learn to keep promises and secrets
*tell better stories
*make better stories
*take a pole dancing class
that's all for now.
Scratchy throat, clouded head.
Should be studying, but I don't want to.
Love.
D |
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| She broke my picture frame. |
[Jun. 20th, 2005|09:17 pm] |
I really liked that picture frame.
She also said things she didn't mean or will have wished she didn't say.
She trashed my room.
Dearest Mom.
I love you.
But I can't stay. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2005|10:16 pm] |
Run run run
as fast as you can
Dearest Friends
Family
others...
I'm feeling a little off. |
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| Six Days. |
[May. 25th, 2005|10:58 am] |
Six sounds like sex.
Say it three times fast.
###.
Anime porn upon my return. I have three days of work left.
Today we present finally.
Tomorrow we eat Food, Not Bombs.
Friday... perhaps a motion picture at the drive in?
We recently enjoyed 72 hours of freetime.
I slept.
I ate.
I...
I would say I fucked, but that might offend someone.
So instead: I ate and slept somemore.
But is sleeping with him really sleeping?
Sometimes.
Completely unrelated.
We took down the bunkbeds and there are too many girls on the floor. I dreamt a musical interlude. Katimavik tastes like awesome, not 'too much'. Excess what? I enjoy every intense, over-dramatic, angst-filled second of it.
Love,
Dominique |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 19th, 2005|12:32 am] |
They always say how much they want to kiss you.
And you have the power to grant them permission.
You should stop that.
Riding bikes and catching buses.
Tease.
At least you were honest.
Blah. |
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| 14 beautiful days. |
[May. 17th, 2005|02:17 pm] |
Here's a chance to do what ever you like for 14 days and be completely reborn when you leave. Fuck up, down,
twirling twirling towards freedom.
Yes. Life does taste good.
News from abroad...
Most girls they know started masturbating as children.
I guess that just makes me a freak.
"Why can't you cum when I fuck you?"
"Because I can't cuuuuuuuuuum when you fuck me."
-Cho.
PS. If you can't enjoy the moment, find some cold & flu symptom day time relief.
Love and shit,
Dominique |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 9th, 2005|11:18 am] |
| [ | How are we feeling? |
| | Drugged up. | ] |
I am suffering from melodramatic unease.
Self-induced of course.
Sometimes I feel like a nut.
CAMPING:
Fun. Beautiful.
Not the scenery (grayish green, I've seen better)
But the JOY!
Despite the cold and head cold.
Overwhelmed?
YES. |
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| 27 days later... |
[May. 4th, 2005|09:56 am] |
Hier soir was a poetry cafe where he whispered sweetly disturbing random nothings in my ear throughout the whole thing... Being absolutely obnoxious.
The underwear is tacked to my door.
Beside Naomi's thong- a purchase inspired by Karol-Ann,
Rolly-polly french girl what quit November. And tied to the thong,
a twisted-top condom: bought by Josh and Abby
House managers awesome this week, condom supply for the house.
There are only 4 left.
And I haven't taken any.
It's INSANE.
Or maybe the word I'm looking for is inane.
I had a sultry dream last night about Bill Murry.
Woke up late
Missed my stop
Made it to work only five minutes late.
DELICIOUS. |
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