December 2007
42 posts
twilight by stephenie meyer →
544 pages finished in two days. good book. read it.
“i don’t want accidents i want disasters. i don’t want dirt, i want...”
– renny harlin
i’m losing by 40 points to floyd in scrabulous on facebook. is it tragic that i’m finding that fact very vexing? (if i could just get a v, e, x, i, and g, then i could put vexing down on top of a red square, and it would solve all my current problems.)
“kiss me and you will see how important i am.”
– sylvia plath
i’m reading quotes from writers about writing instead of writing. i suck.
the shining in 30 seconds with bunnies. →
it really never gets old. ever.
i won't hold the c against her:) →
“take a trip back to adolescene, when things really meant something; when your...”
– editor’s note in pop magazine
eulogy for marissa cooper →
pure genius. that’s all i can really say. it could only get better if it was a video montage dedicated to marissa’s poolside breakdown.
“i am my own experiment. i am my own work of art.”
– madonna
love this music video
→
i’m having trouble sleeping at night. it’s nothing new. besides my sleeping disorder, my sleeping trouble is also due to the fact that my primary hours of writing are between 12 and 3 am. when i crawl into bed my imagination is still going 120 mph. (which makes for some interesting dream theatre) that tangent aside, i’ve started watching vh1 after 3am where they play the same...
“we all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call, no way out, just the...”
– tennessee williams
“everybody’s got a plan til’ they get hit.”
– mirko cro cop ufc fighter
“i am an artist and should be exempt from shit.”
– harlan ellison
like the first time...
she wanted it to mean something. for herself to be special. and the more boys she kissed, the more boys she touched, the more boys who thought she thought of them in a special way, the less it would mean to the only boy who mattered. she wanted it to be a big deal when she found that boy, but she always found herself getting restless. found herself giving herself to the boy of the now. the one who...
apatheticfemme: i update it a lot daily
apatheticfemme: so keep checking in on it
apatheticfemme: always
melinda: oh really?
melinda: haha
apatheticfemme: i'll quiz you
apatheticfemme: seriously
melinda: haha
melinda: aww
melinda: you creepster
melinda: what is it again
melinda: i'll check your shrine to you
“Contemplation often makes life miserable. We should act more, think less, and...”
– Chamfort
100 Young Americans →
of particular note is april luv from nevada. she’s the youngest sex worker at the bunny ranch (yeah, that place on hbo’s cathouse. don’t pretend you haven’t seen it) where two or three men, a day, pay $5000 to spend an hour with her….clearly i am in the wrong business.
changed the layout...
…already. i couldn’t take that yellow anymore. it reminded me of that time in middle school when i ate two pretzels from Pretzel Time in the mall and then threw up butter in the bathroom. disgusting. seriously.
“Many of us are afraid to talk about our achievements, even when neglecting to do...”
– in defense of self promotion Jakob Lodwick
“the world tells boys to conquer the world, and girls to wear clean panties. a...”
– catwoman dialogue from the batman returns script
too cool for school
Michael Carrington: Hello?
Stephanie Zinone: Hi.
Michael Carrington: I wanted to ask you if you’re free after school today.
Stephanie Zinone: Yeah. I’m free every day. It’s in the Constitution.
The pfeiffer is pure genious as Stephanie Zinone in Grease 2. I mean, seriously, she’s almost better in Grease 2 than she is in Batman Returns as Catwoman…almost.
Pfeiffer Forever →
this is très vieux, but i’m officially obsessed. i just netflixed tequila sunrise and a thousand acres.
“I wanted the way I felt to mean something and for my life to change because of...”
– Anne Meredith
the 2007 black list →
the only black list that’s good. next year i’ll be on it. *fingers crossed*
"mad girl's love song"
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples...
why this will never work...
because like a commited relationship (which for the record, i’ve never really had) this takes time and effort. but we’ll see how it goes…