December 2011
15 posts
“I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you,...
Keys to healthy facebooking:
1. Never looking at or staying on the ‘home’ page so you’re not mindlessly refreshing and clicking on things you don’t care about. I personally either stay on my profile or the messages page now.
2. Logging out when you’re done doing what you wanted to do (I leave it open if I’m chatting with someone).
3. No going through more...
November 2011
27 posts
vodka + ginger ale + limeade. 1:45am drink combination. not too shabby.
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Reactivated my facebook account. It’s been a month, I did it! But now since I reactivated/deactivated it so many different times during the beginning, I have to wait 24 hours until I have access again. Oh the irony.
Anyways, the good thing is I have definitely noticed a change in how I use my time and am hoping to be more healthy about it from now on, meaning I will no longer waste my time...
Uuugh why couldn’t I have been in Atlantic City tonight? They played the majority of Deja Entendu and my heart slowly broke as I read the tweets.
posi thoughts, posi life, it’s possible. haha. (or at least trying to make it so)
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my last e-mail to someone just included the line: “let’s get drunk and go watch the baby rip out from her stomach”
sometimes question my thought process.
ps. it was in reference to the terrible movie that is coming out on friday that i will not name
If I had a penny for all the moments when I should really just stop my mind from going crazy, take some melatonin and try to sleep but instead I convince myself I’m going to start reading that book for class in a few minutes so I do nothing … I’d be a rich girl like Gwen.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how my teenage life is mostly on the internet in scraps and pieces. Not anything hidden, what I mean is that myspace/facebook/tumblr became the way of storing things for prosperity.
I just went through my old myspace thinking I was going to delete it since I never use it but not being able to because what if I ever wanted to look through those old...