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Date:2010-06-17 12:55
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 I mean, you know, etc.

Italian keyboard means fewer efforts at apostrophication. Word coinage. Put that right in the wordage coin-slot. 

I'm (theres one for your tally) living in Milan for two months. Upside: beautiful people, pasta, buildings that are more attractive than our nation's monuments used as bodegas, weird skinny cigarettes, employment.  Downside: Non parlate Italiano, fatness from eating pasta (thereby removing me from any hope of the beautiful people echelon, sporadic internet (actually, this is good for me), sporadic A/C (ugh.), general disassociation from human beings resulting from language barrier and lack of friends. But this has always kind of been my Way. 

How is every little thing? I swear, I update this thing just to see who never edits their friends list for inactive assholes like myself. 

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Date:2005-06-01 10:47
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test



i'm not dead, i'm just resting.


i'm moving to philadelphia in three months


i know i have been extremely neglectful of this place.


i'm still not really sure what to do with this journal.


i'm mainly updating on suicidegirls.com, if you guys ever go there.

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Date:2005-02-28 18:15
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Date:2004-12-06 12:02
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glamour?
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Date:2004-11-01 14:29
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halloween

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Date:2004-10-20 18:16
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Date:2004-10-11 22:47
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Date:2004-09-26 22:00
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Date:2004-09-14 13:03
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sweet-ass.

This entry is going to be divided into two parts.


PART I (PART THE FIRST):

I have now officially earned the appellation of "ghetto queen."

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Date:2004-09-05 19:44
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Date:2004-08-06 21:43
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Date:2004-08-02 16:09
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http://www.graphicsdesign.org/beth/MOV05074.MPG

right click, save as, or the bandwidth gets it. ;)

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Date:2004-07-29 12:06
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new aim: youngerpony.

(it all makes sense when elderpony signs on.)

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Date:2004-07-18 20:45
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i'm not sure why i write as seldom as i do. (Greek choir lilts, "And we care because?")

part of it might be the slightly discouraging fact that some words which i once used fairly effortlessly, with faculty and clarity, even, now seem clogged like some species of oatmeal between my medulla and my mucous membranes. perhaps it's what happens when you take time off from a steady and nutrituous diet of required reading.

i'm walking around the building complex and rabbits hurtle like little furred bullets from under bush canopy. a panoply of canopy. canopy canape. (i've misplaced my accent aigue, how devestatingly gauche. but look, extra franglish cures what ails ya.) it's like a little Disney movie in one corner. chipmunks, variously mysterioso spoor, oddly synchronized swoops of bird armies, possible Charlottes in every web.

and i'm just thinking on my foot beatings and my rotations and my serious yet aimless cuttings through molecules: either i die tomorrow, or i do not. either i become famous, or i do not. either i live to 100 or i do not. dear god, hopefully not. either i die in a flaming Spider or i do not. either somebody reads this, or they do not. either i care, or i do not.

specifically, there's someone out there in interspace who deserves a lot worse than what i suspect he/she gets. is getting. got. amendments without backspacery is the way to go. sort of gertrude stein. because what good are rambles if they're not pointed in parts?

how many of you feel entitled. titled, i suppose, happens at birth, when parents sometimes give humorous monikers to their hapless drooling monsters ("Hugh Jiquant! etc.). i wonder sometimes, though, if it's an American thing, this feeling of absolute blind certainty that we deserve the best. the biggest fucking pair of white sneakers. that we will "make it there," and, "anywhere" not generally being glamorous enough, fill in a metropolis with hot tubbed housing of your choice.

it's just so damned dark in this room. and it's just so damned lumpy in the glands. and INCREDIBLY hard to write anything without monkey-like immediacies of analysis and innumerable comparisons to the already-read. i hate academia. it's made me a faster reader and a slower writer.


Because, you see, i feel like i have surprisingly low needs as far as one's standards of living are inclined to go. The ability to have friends, travel an hour by car on a whim, buy groceries, one winter coat, medical care, to have friends who get amusement out of the littles and can seriously discuss the bigs. No "pimp my ride" with those fucking wheel spinnies and the dvd player in the backseat. I hate the entire state of California. (obviously as a state of mind. i used to live there. this isn't about you. Is that Carly Simon i hear playing in the background? Station identification, please.) Maybe I just hate Los Angeles.

I am the fucking Renaissance amoeba, and I will track you all down and take you around the world in eighty ways.



and what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. as unapproachably standing with pointed toes in the DJ crawlspace while jarvis cocker spaniels melancholize to the ashes of joy division, as the 1986s smoke my cigarettes and 1990 starts wetting the bed in earnest. (oh you dirty minds, how i love thee.) and jesus christ, cursing is sometimes the only fun you can have for no money down and a balloon ride, ponies optional, hairbrushing encouraged. 80 dollars is no small shakes for a 3 minute song, no wonder all these girls. And I one of them, casually so, enjoying the lip tilt-a-furl and mixing my drink metaphors. the bathroom mirror lighting is always green and filled with beauty and grace--underrated in these modern times--and the proper coffee spoons and walking away, impeccably so.

Fuck the internet. I want to go hiking. There's an old Scottish hermit in town with a castle built 3 hours by foot and only by foot from the nearest carway, minted in 1860 or something, and what a dedication for door-to-door salesmen. Let's go. Pickernick?


And still this burning behind the eyes of overqualification and wishing for the McFly machine.

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Date:2004-07-02 21:43
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brand new website, same old address

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FYI, by "commisionables," i mean that if you email me a frigging hyowge picture of you, your aunt betsy, the mailman, etc., once i get set up in my new studio (one week!), i can probably make you a crazy painting in the vein of those few i have photos of right now on the site! and those of you who responded to my entry about portrait painting earlier this winter, now's the time i'm actually going to do it. :D


and by "high-res," i mean that i only uploaded those photos which i have in ricockulously gigantimous file sizes, making a nice big glossy mattable print that much easier to achieve. hopefully. i'm still learning how to make nice prints. i bet a bunch of the talented folks on my friend list could offer me amazing advice on this.


CRAZY EIGHTS.



who am i kidding, this is all for my mom, who has been going bugshit over the fact that my previous website hadn't been unpdated in about two years. "WHERE ARE THE NEW PICTURES????"

p.s. please feel free to tell me if any smutty pictures got in under my momproofing-the-site radar.


edit: i'll have a page with sizes and prices up as soon as i find out how much getting them made will cost me at the printer's. :D

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Date:2004-06-16 11:48
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Date:2004-05-20 21:54
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my trip to toronto, ostensibly for the SG Prom on the 15th, became a sort of theatre of the absurd, involving hide-the-gum, panda costumes, and Humphrey Bogart.



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Date:2004-04-27 10:33
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Date:2004-04-20 12:13
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