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♥ precious.

la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

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live.

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Monday, June 16, 2008

hello, old friend. 12:40 AM

will they always be waiting love
will they always be waiting love
will they always be waiting, love?
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mundane corporate kind of monday afternoon and I have nothing to do.

should I go for dance today or kickboxing or the birthday party on the yacht?
if they were only at different time slots then today could be an exciting, colourful, highly busy day; but of course they all had to be at the same time.
I hate making decisions. I wish the world worked like a Magic 8 ball. everything would be so much easier.

there is nothing to lose when there is nothing to hold

strange moods and strange words have been my midnight desklights lately;
yesterday was a blur of dancing and glancing through physics concepts and doodling on my science book with a green quill pen and reading Keats and Tennyson and Wordsworth and spritzing my wrists with vera wang and then pressing them against the window pane.

I saw somebody the other day.
and it made me have to turn away and laugh.
Honestly, my sweet, you have nothing to look proud of.

digressing:
I watched Elizabethtown last night, all curled up on the sofa.
I like that movie. I liked Claire's roadtrip map idea. One day when I find somebody who's worth the time and the love and the music and all those little post-its I'll have to use, I shall make a roadtrip map of all my favourite special places and give it to him.

i like quizzes.

yesterday was fathers' day (happy fathers' day, daddy!) and s'true: s'hard to find presents for dads. Mine didn't even want me to get anything for him.
but I moseyed around and got him a miniature honeypot and filled it with dark chocolate (his favourite) and tiny boxes of sunmaid raisins, the kind we used to eat right out of the supersized tub together, back then when I was little. I still have the picture of him on the beanbag and me standing on his lap in my baby coveralls with raisin stains all over my fingers and beaming triumphantly at the camera because i loved eating raisins with daddy.
even though my dad gives all my guyfriends the evil eye (most of them, anyway) and will probably have an aneurysm if ever I decide to get some wonky-looking piercing (or any other piercing, actually)- I know it's all part of the dadness and I love him to bits.

....hohum.
okay.
now I shall bid you all a fair adieu.
time to go make my groundbreaking earthshaking decision.
to dance or to box or to party on a yacht? ...that is the question.