Friday, December 10, 2010

this man

Is all I need right now
and a bowl pack
and a cigarette
and some cuddles
lots and lots of cuddles

Thursday, December 9, 2010

shes not a monogamous lesbian.

I used to think forever was a really long time, recently even
I had this idea of the rest of time as taking too long, too slowly, but im realizing now that the rest of my life is really close. Grasping the concept of not coming home is harsh. Holding the idea of being on my own is trumping me. The fact that my video is not loading is going to drive me insane.
finals week is ripping me in two.
pancake madness here i come.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

still i long for a better day

I wish it wasnt too cold to smoke a cigarette.
I wish i was asleep.
I wish i had ivory tips... what ever that means.

new hair new try


I just watch the people

Today was my scheduled meeting with Samantha Kirby of the William Morris Endeavor.
How awful would it have been if I missed the train into the city and couldnt make my appointment,
oh wait.
that happened.
BUT every door that closes opens a new one, and I have another appointment tomorrow afternoon in which I have permission to video record her and our interview.
So at the current moment in time, im searching for a straight razor to do hilarious things to my head.
as in im cutting it
yea mayn.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

my weekend

was really interesting... so my video did not get made, and my paper did not get written, and it is finals week and I am interviewing Sam Kirby of the William Morris Agency on tuesday.
My. Life. Is. Complete.
dream job.
distractions a funny thing.
And now dear blogging world, i leave you to write about philosophers for whom i do not care.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Lets get down to business

We all know im charming- so charming in fact that  i can do this to my head and it wont look bad at all.
No but really, it will happen. In the mean time how ever, im going to miss car rides in the cold air while she pulled my hair to tell me where to turn, when cigarettes were scarce and sacred, when blankets and borders were all that mattered- back before my Ida Maria cd skipped, when my speakers were still usuable. To days hiking miserably through the hot woods as the young bloods catch us tanning pants less. Its your turn to cut my hair on top of the world under the stars as the circle of life plays. my love for mackenzie