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indiegrrl
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Interests: music, skulking, procrastinating, international travel, self-control, palmy's hair, a day, boys with sad eyes, lip balms, fotos, same same but different, unifying themes, cuisine, tangents, the cat in the hat, cambodian children, silhouttes and shadows, pop art, poetry, clear mascara, dry rugs, the metric system, the celcius, quirky music professors, failed attempts at practicing instruments, jazz, writing, postmodern caribbean literature, teaching assistants, lime flavoured gatorade, vegetables, soup, vegetable soup
Expertise: dabbling...
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
3/13/2003
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| back where it all began--
and it begins again, in an increment. i could ask and be asked, how was
it for you? and everytime i know i'll say, "it was ok..." but because
it was, the way love is okay and life is okay, too. and time is okay,
is of the essence, is.
a raised voice and a downward gaze provides for some combination of
understanding: there's a selfishness in each and every cell--of me, maybe you, and maybe everyone we know, too. i think
this is what it means when survival is taken to the extreme.
old
friends dragged by the current into old haunts, then new towns, new winters, and new falls.
there is yet, repentance. i have faith in that much.
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| "sounds like coldplay...but it's not..."
"but it is!"
i blew off the new album, but i guess it's not so bad.
"he doesn't like women."
"does he like anime?"
"yeah."
"ok."
earlier this evening we watched the gumdrop sun slide down the sky, beyond oil rigs and bonfires. hardly a sufficient recap, but we made a home out of a rented house, out of the running around and about, trying hard to be inspired and then finding fuel in the unlikeliest of places. the boys on the aerobed and the living room floor, the in and out and wining and dining. and this, this is good.
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| costly cravings (i exaggerate):
pellegrino at night
cheese. cheese. cheese.
(that is, havarti, gloucester/stilton, comte, brie, goat, gouda, etc.)
especially jittery tonight post-coffee/smoke/troublesome artichokes. makes me feel alive.
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| ok. i'm officially obsessed, with the haunting sound of the upright
bass that starts on 1:28 of this "know how" song. gives me the chills.
i think something about it is just so tangible that i can't help but
feel kind of anxious/on edge/precarious/delusional(?) escapism is also
wonderful for my lack of discipline. i average 1 hour per night on
guitar now that i have 100 (x2) pages to read per day. and i play and
read and listen but no longer write--and i realize how stifling this
is. around on the rug sit stacks of books and blouses, waiting to fill
bags and boxes.
while my gatorade gently spills...
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| tend to extend the intent.
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