You probably think I'm being a bitch, when in reality I'm sparing you from all the trouble I seem to cause. I care about you, which is why I prefer to save you from becoming part of the trail of wreckage I leave behind everywhere I go. You are different to me and I don't want to hurt you, so don't make this difficult.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
And I'm making pumpkin cookies, and decorating them as weird as possible to represent my crazy family that will be devouring them on thursday. My father is coming to Thanksgiving dinner at my mother's house, which should be interesting, since they haven't even been in the same zip code in five years. It's actually quite humorous to me, to watch 2 people that have been married for 20 years at one point be awkward. Ohhhh gotta love the X's, whether they're boyfriends or husbands.
Posted by Laceface at 11:36 AM
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Through my mind, through my ego, through my cold heart that had plans to use you.
They shine so bright blue-green, I hardly noticed your lips on mine.
I want to go back and not turn my cheek.
Abandon defense mechanisms, disreguard the consequences, and be completely vulnerable to someone new.
Someone like you.
Right now I should be thinking "I win."
But I'm losing if I don't get to kiss you again.
Posted by Laceface at 8:01 PM
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I'm listening to my mother rattle off on the phone to one of her girly friends about every detail of the brunch she had, down to the color of the napkins and the nailpolish the hostess was wearing, and I wonder how I could've come from her, because all I'm passive-agressively thinking in my head is "WHO.FUCKING.CARES?"
She's so fussy and has to talk about eveything she's doing before she does it, while she's doing it, and after she does it. She never shuts up. I love her to death but I just don't see it.
Posted by Laceface at 8:00 AM
I get to hang out with my two favorite people in the whole world for the next week. I grew up with Sammy and have known her since I was 3. I can tell her anything and she just gets me. She brings me back to childhood and still lives next to my old house that I lived in for 18 years, before everything hit the fan and my family turned into a freak show. And Owen, her older sister's son is the cutest, most fun intellectual little kid I have ever encountered. He's this little creature that brings out my inner wild thing and gets me on my hands and knees digging in the sand pretending I'm a sea monster, and I absolutely love it. I finally get to reunite with my sister and my nephew for Thanksgiving break.
Posted by Laceface at 7:42 AM
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I was having a crappy day due to no good very bad news, so my friend mike convinced me to come surfing for the first time in a year or so and now my whole relaxed, lethargic, carefree body could care less. It brought proof of my favorite quote:
Posted by Laceface at 5:46 PM
Monday, November 16, 2009
These are some of my musical escapades that I've not noticed you listening to or sang along to with you, which is hard since our lives have kind of intertwined since we were 11.
I've weeded out the hardcore punk of course. :)
I think you might like them.
You could already like them, or I could just be wrong.
Get Back Guinozzi
The Rural Alberta Advantage (I think u'll like them the best)
El Perro Del Mar
Pinback (have loved these guys since I was 15)
Cuban Cigar Crisis
Peter Bjorn & John
TV on the Radio
The Very Best
Posted by Laceface at 12:21 PM
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I feel like a bitch, but all you are is a pawn to me. I toy with you because I have time to pass before I leave, and you are literally putty in my hands.
You are merely a living, breathing vibrator.
I almost feel guilty for not feeling guilty, if that makes any sense, but then I think of all the scumbag guys out there using a girl somewhere, and a gloriously sinister smile spreads across my face.
Posted by Laceface at 10:15 PM