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[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:12 am] |
Vote for Obama!
Come on....who doesn't want a president with a 9 inch dick?!?!? |
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:40 am] |
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Had a very nice day with my extended fam and mom in RF. I was surprised it was actually a great relaxing and mellow time. Chatted with homeless ppl (one from Compton) when my Aunt Neal and I went to go walking on the train tracks that ran near my aunt Loris house. Then cousins and others came over. The more Fireworks was way cooler then I thought they would be in RF. There was cheeseburgers; made as raw as could be and it was tasty. Had much strawberries and devils eggs. Took lots of stupid pix on my little camera. Had a good conversation with Britton my cousin, and a cigar with Keith. Battled insects and laughed at them after "offing" myself. Played with a cute beetle and rescued another beetle from the swimming pool. Drove home with moms and tomorrow will be the ren fair with Shay; Dad; L, and Brad. I guess I will be missing Ruin tonight but no matter; I go to clubs all the time. Still strange to be so far away sorta. Lookin fwd to Mal. |
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| Pat! |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
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You'll have to remind me again how to get to your place for the Scion thingie, I forget.... |
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| Feels Like Home...Away from Home |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|09:28 pm] |
It feels like things are getting back to how they used to be. Granting that this comes along with all the messes I spent the mid-decade making... I look around my house, and it looks like I live here. I don't mean in terms of the stuff that's here that happens to be mine (mostly acquired after the Exodus from L.A.). I mean, it feels like *I* am here. Or on my way. For my to be totally here I would of necessity have to be making art, which I suppose I am (I have taken up photography again with some astoundingly good results so far), but the music is still silent. And if there is no music, there really can't be me.
Probably this makes no sense whatsoever aside from the fact that I feel like things are finally starting to come together except for one minor detail: location is everything. For better or for worse, my heart belongs to Los Angeles, and few days go by when I don't miss all my old haunts. But that homesickness also comes with a heaping helping of trepidation because from afar L.A. looks like a very scary place to be at the moment. I am not at all convinced I could handle it. Obviously I couldn't handle it before.
If I could just pick up everything exactly as it is here and have it there... but it just doesn't work like that. And to pack up and head West now when I'm finally making solid progress and, however haltingly, moving forward again would be nothing short of a disaster waiting in the wings.
And I have to admit there's still a tiny part of me that's hoping He'll come home. I see so much potential in that boy (don't I always)... but I know enough to know the phone ringing in the other room isn't him. I wish it was. I wish I could open my door and find him on the steps... but instead I have John Cusack, and he will have to suffice (while I try not to think about the fact that HE spends most of his time living in Malibu).
I'm sure there was something that at least seemed profound when I started writing this, but I am rusty. The words don't flow the way they used to. It has nothing to do with the drugs. It's something inside me that's disconnected. If anyone has the schematics I'd quite appreciate a copy.
-Sincerely, Susan |
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| Tweets for Today |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|03:07 pm] |
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:51 am] |
Are you up for some cutting-edge slashing and smashing and crashing? I'm talking about slashing the price you've been paying for following your dreams; smashing beliefs that made sense years ago but are irrelevant now; and crashing parties where your future teachers and allies are gathered. Once you get the hang of all that, Leo, you can move on to other brilliant demolitions, like cracking codes, breaking trances, and shattering spells cast on you by the past. |
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| O ja... well *my* snake's so big, she's got her own license plates. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:45 am] |
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| Happy birthday K3! |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|04:01 pm] |
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Yay! People celebrate K3's birthday with BBQs and fireworks! How cool is that.... Hope you have a good one lady! |
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| Can I have some too? |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|03:53 pm] |
I love typos. But I would also love a glass of win. Though I think Ms. Winehouse may have been drinking glasses of lose lately. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|03:17 pm] |
Happy 4th of July!
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| Playlist 7/4/08 |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|02:35 pm] |
Marching Dynamics - Rival System
Neil Diamond - Coming To America
LEN - Kids In America
The Sounds - Living In America
Cheech and Chong - Mexican Americans / Beaners
Bachman Turner Overdrive - We're An American Band
Cabaret Voltaire - The Voice Of America
1000 Homo DJs - Hey Asshole!
Black Smoke - USA! USA!
Ice Cube - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Public Enemy - By The Time I Get To Arizona
Nine Inch Nails - Capital G
Emergency Broadcast Network - Behavior Modification (Bipartisan Mix)
Oingo Boingo - Capitalism
Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Disneyland
Bad Religion - The Streets Of America
MK Ultra - Drug Free USA
Led Zepplin - Going To California
KISS - Detroit Rock City
The Cult - American Horse
Unextraordinary Gentlemen - Black Iron Road
KMFDM - Sex On The Flag (Jezebeelzebuttfunk Mix)
Violent Femmes - American Music
Red Hot Chili Peppers - American Ghost Dance
Meat Beat Manifesto - Hello Teenage America
Die Warzau - Welcome To America
Blur - Magic America
Oingo Boingo - Clowns Of Death
Midnight Oil - Forgotten Years
Covenant - Wall Of Sound |
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