We Will Get Through the Night

Things that will get me through this week:

Toffee Nut Latte

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And of course all you beautiful people out there!

XOXO

Hello Halloween

Halloween 2007

Halloween 2008

And presenting... Halloween 2009!

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The Spice Girls!

(Sitting the MRT)
((Posh looks pissed))
(((We're all drunk)))
((((Yes. ALL.)))))

Amazing (G)race

If I fail my paper tomorrow it'll be because my mom kept distracting me with the Amazing Race.

"Come see this!"
"Just this bit! This girl is really bimbotic!"

"Okay"
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"This lady is completely useless."

"Okay"
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"This girl shouldn't even join Amazing Race in the first place."

"Ya"
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* Represents me obediently standing up from study table and crossing over to go sit in front of the TV.

Sexing the Cherry

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle. These are journeys I wish to record. Not the ones I made, but the ones I might have made, or perhaps did make in some other place or time. I could tell you the truth as you will find it in diaries and maps and log-books. I could faithfully describe all that I saw and heard and give you a travel book. You could follow it then, tracing those travels with your finger, putting red flags where I went.
- Janet Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

At every point in her life the number of paths she could take are so subtle, so subtle yet so very infinite that they spread out like veins from a major artery. They branch out in a million directions and yet all veins lead to the heart. She's still as head over heels in love with the one she's always been in love with and the other has found himself a missus.

Nothing she chose mattered.

The Day I Died

Was the best day of my life.

Topshop with vintage Tagheuer watch

I die for huge oversized sweater thingies especially if they're kinda dorky or have seams ripped apart in them.

Stress does strange things, some people crave comfort foods, I crave comfort clothes.

Superstar

So I'm in the midst of talking with a buncha producers about developing my own reality show where I get away with shooting people.

And then go shopping with the money stolen from their wallets.

It's kinda like Gastineu Girls meets Bowling for Columbine.

There'll even be like a celebrity edition.



I'm working out the kinks.

Move While You're Watching Me

And *poof* one more person deleted from my life.

Forward

So last night I went to a party, filled up a beer tower with 9 cans of Carlsberg, stared at it and left.

Went home and webcam snuggled and laughed while my boyfriend mimed playing the drums.

I think I'm passing my party girl phase.