April 2012
1 post
I'm sick at home, per usual...
So i figured I’d hop on and let you all know that I’m not dead. I am, however still just as cold, clammy and bitter on the inside as usual and you know you miss me to pieces. I’ve spent the better half of my day so far self- medicating myself with some Neil Young, vodka and corn nuts. Don’t give me that look. I’m going to out-live you all. Although maybe not- I did...
January 2012
1 post
Me: (as boyfriend is watching the big bang theory) …babe this show is terrible.
Julian: I know… People only watch this show cause that chick’s boobs are always showing through her shirt anyways.
Me: Why are you looking??? BABE!
Julian: You only watch basketball cause you can see the guy’s junk flying around!
Me: honey, if you could see their junk...
November 2011
3 posts
I wake up everyday feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Hey guys, I think I’m in love.
1 tag
No-shave November.
Bust out the plaid shirts an bearded men! This is the greatest month for us chicks who love our rugged menz. I love beards. Now, while men get to have all the fun, the ladies still suffer.
I’m kind of bummed no-shave november is non applicable to women, but it’s understandable because it’s kind of gross.
There are very few who can get away with it. There was the recent...
October 2011
2 posts
Moving to Austin in like 2 months. I want to bartend, I want to do hair. I want to paint, write, draw… I want to eat good food, I want to be surrounded by low-key, like-minded individuals. I am far too excited. Finally making my getaway.
You are not a writer, a poet, a model nor a photographer. You are a Tumblr spamming, hipstamatic addict with a webcam and are about as deep as a kiddie pool. You are not your fucking fashion frames, you are not your “vintage” oxfords….
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
2 posts
At what point do people look at a situation and think to themselves, “hmm, this best be kept between so-and-so and I. Perhaps I should leave Heather alone/ out of it before she goes into kill-mode and ditches me roadside in Tijuana”. I want to be at that point. The realization point that is, I’m not a huge fan of Tijuana.
Goddamn Tumblr, it's been a while.
Where have I been? I don’t even know. My mind has been running a mile a minute and I haven’t even gotten anywhere.
It takes a miracle to get me out anywhere. It’s like pulling teeth to pry me from my “cave” to do much anything.
I remember looking forward to going out on nights like this, nights so cold and crisp my leggings would catch on goosebumps- but I’d...
November 2010
1 post
“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show...”
– Susanna Kaysen (Girl, Interrupted)
September 2010
4 posts
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
I am a lascivious little treat, a lecherous little fucker; clawing, begging, calling out for more. Bogged down with an insatiable appetite for all that I cannot call my own, I crave skin-on-skin, bitten-lip nights underneath the city lights. I found home 2,803.9 miles away from where I sit at this very moment. New York, New York.
July 2010
1 post
My life, the revolving door.
I sit here and watch the same shitty people come and go, breaking me down to bits and rebuilding me with false hope.
People are terrible.
June 2010
2 posts
Only with time does one find that temptation is a bittersweet battle for which many are unprepared to fight. Between the sheets your hands tread the back of something so unfamiliar, so foreign… Your fingertips crave the skin of which it felt so long ago, to savor every moment, right down to the last pore. The former lover with wandering hands who broke your heart haunts you, clouding your...
I'm gonna break your heart and get away with...
I’ve spent countless hours staring at the computer screen over the past few months feeling totally uninspired to write anything. I guess I’m inspired to write about how uninspired I am. Funny how that works. In other news, Ive finally come to terms with the fact I’ve lost my fucking mind and it’s fabulous. I can’t wait to take a swing at the next jerk who throws...
March 2010
1 post
There comes a point when the chase just isn’t worth it anymore. You can run in circles for days, weeks, a lifetime; wear your shoes down
to dust. Hell, I often find myself forgetting what I was chasing after in the first place.
February 2010
11 posts
A missed connection.
Dear tall dark haired boy in the gray beanie and bomber jacket @ Bardot last night; I saw us make eye contact from across the room multiple times, until your date ran up and mauled your face. You had a sweet desperation in your eyes like, “Please, get me away from this woman” and I felt your pain from across the bar. Her drunken stride in 4 inch heels, much like that of a newborn baby...
Dear Rogier,
I decided since neither one of us can land a semi-perminant fuck buddy (aka “significant other”), that you and I should just cut the bullshit and get hitched. I too have spent countless hours in the gym after my last break-up. I’ve slimmmed down quite a bit, apparently guys like the feeling of fucking a chain link fence; I can grate cheese on my ribs. I think we’d be perfect together.We can drink...
“Everyone deserves love without terms & conditions. No fine print.”
Where do I see myself in 20 years?
I see myself 40 and fabulous. No really, I’m going to work a shitty 9-5 job for which I will be overqualified and underpaid. I will have a treadmill which I will walk on nightly as I bitch and moan about my menial life (via Bluetooth) to my estranged ex-husband. I will watch re-runs of Sex in The City and I will fill the void of designer duds in my closet with mismarked seperates from Lane...
Well...
That crush lasted about as long as that spin-off sitcom of the Geico cavemen. Fuck my dating life good and hard.
I'd like to make a toast to my beautiful...
Yes! To you hip shakin’, tight pant sporting, bass playin’, singing & cheating douchebags. I love/hate you all, so very much. It’s because of your ridiculous hipsters haircuts and bad tattoos, I now know exactly what to stray from. It’s when the guy I’m interested in takes 4 hours to call me back, that I know he’s fucking my former best friend; and I thank...
To accept that I will be spending Valentines Day single and bitter, I just stocked up on some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream & bought “Ten Things I Hate About You.”… I am a woman on a mission to always be prepared.
Bewbs!
I’m going through the casting process of Dr.90210, you know the plastic surgery show on E! I was told one of the doctor’s expressed interest in me and thought my story would make for an interesting episode. I decided to go for it! The office told me I need to send in a shot of me topless from the front and from the side, so I took them and prepped the e-mail to be sent. Simple yeah?...
Feb 4th 2010.
[NSFW] Today I’d like to give a toast to the late night “booty call”. No, I did not partake in this hanky-panky, nor did I do the walk of shame on this otherwise beautiful morning. I did however wake up to a barrage of missed calls and texts from my main man, the one dude I pined over for years and years, the one I longed to get with since the day I laid eyes on him Feb 4th 2006!...
Sometimes I wish my life was like a bad 90’s romantic comedy. I want to wear solid colored tops, live in the suburbs, and date a boy with a bowl cut.
January 2010
7 posts
Į håVē tèrRïbłè gràmMÀr & ì łoO0vè ît!¡
I wake up and lay in bed for a few minutes to let my eyes adjust. I place my feet on the floor and make my way towards the medicine cabinet. 1-2-3-4. My medications lined up, on the frontline to take down the illnesses that have plagued me for years. Make coffee, jump in the shower. Conditioner, three minutes. I stand in the water and count. Warm towel, blow dryer. Pour the coffee and pick out my...
I think my problem is that I want the world. I want to see the places I’ve only dreamt of, meet people who still swap mixtapes & find someone who likes to go hiking with me.
New York.
I’ve spent the weekend perusing the finest shopping districts, eating delicious over-priced food and drinking the most lavish drinks I’ve ever had in my life. The night kicked off Saturday at a bar owned by Pete Wentz called “Angels and Kings”. Hesitant at first, I quickly warmed up to the quaint digg, and found myself babbling to a rather cute bartender. I told him...
I've been thinking....
If people don’t like what I have to say, than why follow me? You don’t HAVE to read this. Yes, I’m a very outspoken individual and I will not shy away from speaking my mind, regardless of how “scandalous” it may or may not be. So with that said.
Cockfuckshitballswhoremotherfuckingrocknrollbiotch.
Heading back to L.A. tomorrow.
LA hasn’t been very kind to me, I don’t look forward to going back. Nothing to do but tread streets that carry nothing more to me other than bad memories and gum pounded into the pavement. I feel entirely too detached from everything surrounding me, these pictures that still hang on my bedroom walls haunt me. I cannot take them down just yet, I have nothing to fill them with. I look...
December 2009
5 posts
Déjà vu
I felt this exact same way Sept/October of last year.
Insanity: The act of doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.
Putting on those lace leggings oh so carefully, smearing my lids with charcoal eyeliner, hair tousled..I’m good to go. We walk the streets at night, jumping from club to club, bar to bar. All the faces a blur. Drink in hand, we dance, we stumble. Light up that cigarette, strike up a conversation or two. It’s on tonight, I’m not going home alone. Find a target and go for it. I...
“Don’t you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via myserendipities) (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via marzyyy)
July 2009
1 post
“We’ll keep you alive cause’ we’ll need something to look at...”
May 2009
1 post
I am not by any means a religious person, but I stumbled across this on another blog and I highly disagree with the bold text:
“Love thy neighbor” is not as hard as it looks on the surface. It simply means respecting others and regarding their needs and desires as highly as we regard our own. Keeping this commandment, however, is likely to require the supernatural assistance only God,...
March 2009
1 post
Heaven ain't close in a place like this.
I miss the pre-glam, anti-sparkle Brandon Flowers. The one who bashed efeminate men and hung around sleezy dive bars to prey on innocent women.
Epic guy-eyeliner FAIL. Yeah, ouch.