MONEY!!!

Why isn't it evening yet?
Something great happened to me today, I got my unemployment money.
Part of me hates it because I wish I was working and making money but the other secret side of me loves getting a fat wad for nothing. But I actually have to save the majority of it for a rainy day.
I'm looking forward to the day simply because now I can actually buy things.
Honestly, thank God for His grace because I don't even deserve to have this money, and I feel very blessed.
Every time life is going bad, something good happens. Helps me appreciate everything a little bit more.

Also, my literary thought of the day isn't actually going to be every day. It's going to be whenever I feel like it.

Happy Saturday

Hey guys what's happening. Today's Saturday, and why is it so happy?
1) Children. Children are the light of the world, and two of these lamps are going to be staying at my house for a week. My niece, Lexi, and my nephew, Ben, should be arriving quite soon. I'm hope to post some blogs about their insights on movies and legos.
2) Groceries. I love new groceries.
3) Freckles. In my opinion, freckles are an extremely underrated physical feature that I never realized how much I enjoyed until recently. SO CUTE.
4) Billy Elliott. Greatest accents of all time.
5) My dog. Jonah is going to become a rising celebrity. Everyone in this small blogging community will recognize his face and know his name.
6) Harlan. Leaving some dicky comments cause he's jealous that he's not in the Owl Plushie Gazette. This is to tell Harlan to get out of denial. The fact is that he does NOT think my blog sucks, obviously, because he reads it multiple times a day. ANYONE ELSE THINK MY BLOG SUCKS?
7) Intimacy. What's the deal? I'm not sure. All I know is that being close to anybody is pretty intense, and I don't know how low to get down.

that's it. more tonight, hopefully i'll be toting a child with me.

Literary Thought of the Day

Introducing...

a new author.
My sister Sarah is now a member of the Owl Plushie Gazette staff. Expect updates on her life in the field of arts and crafts, as well as whatever musings she feels she has to offer to my loving fans. This is mostly a method of promotion, because I told her I have a much larger fan base than I actually do.
Either way, give a warm welcome to Hobbs #2.

Some creepy things to say

It's really cute to think of you in bed sleeping right now and I am bummed to be here for the most part. I like the way your thumbs feel on top of my wrists and how I can hardly catch my breath sometimes.




And I like it when the roads are wet and the street lights bend as they reflect and althought it's late, it hasn't stopped raining yet.

some advice

Don't get involved in any way with a person who will totally freak out. It's a super unfortunate occurrence, although usually predictable. But sometimes it can catch you off guard in six text messages every thirty seconds.
Hey, sorry to put it on blast, baby, but it's on my mind because it's almost bordering on harassment. Now let's see how many "anonymous" comments I get telling me to jump off a cliff.
Also, I LOVE Chinese food. I'm not sure if it falls under any specific food group under than Delicious.

things are getting pretty freaky lately.

Nick Carter

Last night, or should I say this morning, Nick Carter was in my dream. It was old Nick Carter circa 1998 or so. And I was really excited, like, oh crap, look who it is.
So I thought I'd bring it back.
Don't you think it would be really cool to be in the Backstreet Boys' band? It looks like these guys are having a lot of fun:



The best part is AJ throwing his shirt and the fight to the death that begins to ensue.



Something about these are really disturbing. They look like little man slave puppets, and it's really creepy. I mean, they just get so tired, and the crowd would kill them with obsessive passion if they saw them on the streets.
This, I think, is much more appropriate, when BSB started to tone it down and try to get real serious. I had this VHS when I was younger, I got it from Burger King.





lol, he's trying so hard.

Jonah

anna's question of the day

is now anna's question of the week and can be found in that poll on the right.

texas chainsaw massacre

i find myself in really ridiculous situations due to my own poor judgment. i think eventually someone is going to kill me, and not in a good way.

anna's question of the day

hey people what's happening. I haven't done this little segment lately, so I thought I'd bring it back.

How do you like to be touched? This question isn't meant for any autistic people, so don't bother answering because we all know you HATE it.
Personally, I'm not answering this question because it's none of your business. But you have the saving grace of anonymity so don't hold back.

Some things for you to look forward to in upcoming blogs:
Sexuality. Why is it so pressing?
Sex. What's the deal?
Love. How is it different than sex?
Violence. How is it similar to sex?
Barack Obama. Where does he buy his suits?
Joe Biden. Why does he bore me to tears?

Haha just kidding I'm not writing blogs about any of that shit just wanted to make you think I was.

By the way, I want to thank my international readers in Canada, France, Turkey, the Czech Republic, and Germany, I hope you can read English, or else this blog might be a little confusing for you.

i do

need to be forgiven

I have very special people in my life.

It's TUESDAY

some things that have been going on with me

1) Tupac. Tupac is really gay.
2) 28 Weeks Later. Pretty gross movie. It was a little too disgusting, I could do without quite a few of the images imprinted on my mind.
3) Music. I'm really down with my guitar.
4) Home videos. As a kid, I think I looked a lot prettier. These home videos have been making nostalgic for a "normal" life.
5) Being blind. I feel like ever since I took that eye exam, I have way worse vision than I remember.
6) Church. Still haven't been going.
7) Sense of smell. I like how things smell like they have always smelled, especially when those smells are tied to memories that make me feel good.
8) Being broke. I guess not having money in a way has made life a lot more simple, but also a lot less fun. Either way, you do appreciate the smaller things in life. Like cashing in change, that's really exciting. But I spent my last eight dollars yesterday on soda and beer.
9) Smoking. This almost directly correlates with being broke, because I have quit smoking simply because I have no more money to buy packs of cigarettes. Also, most everyone I know smokes shitty menthols, so bumming cigarettes isn't all that desirable. I tend to give up because I got drunk, so you just really need a cigarette. Unfortunately, that cigarette is either a Camel No. 9 Menthe, or a Marlboro Menthol of some kind, and it kinda ruins it for me.
10) My mom. Today is my Mom's fiftieth birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM. I couldn't get her a present because any money I've had I've spent on beer because I'm a freaking loser!

television

Really pissing me off today, guys.
I'm home all alone super bored with no one to talk to, so good thing I can always count on my tv, right?
Nah, actually. Not today. Today, TV is just another mothafucka who ain't got my back. You get excited, too. Like, oooh Law & Order is on! But turns out it's that special victim's unit crap.

for the most part

i have little to say this evening. it's strange because usually i go on some liquor fueled sermon every sunday night, but tonight, i'm rather speechless.
i've realized talking/writing isn't usually the answer, and here's to hoping that one day i'll discover that silence is a blissful alternative to opening my big mouth.

Last Night's Dream

Last night in my dream some bitch was talking shit. So I was like, alright, how about we settle this like men. To my surprise, she is like, yeah, I'm down. So we take off all our jewelry because I'm apparently wearing some and pile it on the kitchen counter.
"Hey, let's make things interesting," I said.
"I'm listening," this bitch responded.
"Whoever wins the fight gets all the jewelry!"
And I guess Jesse was there and he said, "No, that's a lame idea. That's really gay. Not today, maybe if this was some other time."
So we didn't bet the jewelry. Either way, I expressed my fear in fighting her because she was fat and a lot taller than me, but turns out, I won the fight.
Also in my dream, this girl Kara who I've actually never met before and I became best friends, and I was so excited to find a girl who actually thought I was cool.
Haha, that's how I knew it was a dream, and I woke up shortly thereafter.
Also in my dream, my mom grounded me for six days because I slapped her.
Also in my dream, there was a party in Santa Cruz my sister had access to attending and refused to take me.
More later....

a big problem

I only had one thing on my mind today, and it wasn't roasted macadamia chicken breast.
And I'm not sure how to interpret that feeling of missing, or wanting. I just feel so much better knowing that I am home now because that makes me closer. But if I don't get to tonight, I won't get to tomorrow, and for once, that actually bothers me.
This all proves that my indecisiveness has gone past a normal point and has reached a level of insanity. I am left with no other conclusion than that I am schizophrenic or just terribly confused beyond most reconciliation available to me.
And parts of me are glad that I feel this way, but the reason it is a big problem is because I'm afraid I won't feel this way anymore in short period of time.
So I think it's best that I keep my mouth shut, but we all have learned by now how terrible I am at that.

Raisin Brahms

this is my favorite psa of recent times.

Jonah

I love my dog. He is really the greatest dog ever created. HE IS PERFECT in every way, and if you guys could just know him like I know him, you would never want to leave him, and you would miss him when you were gone.
Who wants to get to love my dog? Take us to the preserve, and we'll go for a walk. You definitely won't regret it.

my favorite song

the atlantic was born today, and i'll tell you how
the clouds above opened up, and let it out
i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water
filled every hole
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean making islands where no
islands should go

most people were overjoyed
they took to their boats
i thought it less like a lake
and more like a moat
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing freelance to your door have been
silenced forevermore
and the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before

i need you so much closer.
so come on
come on.

i think i find my own sexuality intensely disturbing.

asexuality doesn't exist but i'm telling you i'm trying.

i am sick of

1) crazy nights
2) being thirsty
3) being on my period
4) bad news
5) black dog hair on every square inch of tile in this house
6) drunken disclaimers
7) fucking in fear that you will never fuck again
8) the word "goose"
9) texas chain massacre vibes
10) the smell of syrup
11) being bad
12) my dog running off into the neighbor's yard every morning when i first wake up
13) feeling like shit every day
14) drinkin smokin lyin dyin
15) dipset and all 617 associate rap music. sorry boston but seriously stick to reggaeton.

Obama's Dog

So I guess today is pretty exciting.
Not for me. I gotta take a shower, apply for jobs, and deal with my whiny dog. Yes, I'm the adventurous sort.
As for Obama, however, I'm very curious to see what kind of dog he gets. I really think he should go for a purebred instead of all those pound puppies. However, that isn't Obama's style. He wants a mixed breed from the streets to mold into the perfect pet. I'm just afraid that he's going to get a dog that will PEE ON THE WHITE HOUSE CARPETS. Imagine that, that would probably be considered a terrorist act on the dog's part.
So Obama, choose carefully.

And that's about the depth of my emotion about the subject if inauguration. Other than that, I wish him good luck and hopes that he watches his back. You can't trust anybody in politics these days. So I'll be watching it. I definitely wanna hear his speech, but I mostly want to watch all the people practically pissing themselves and falling to the ground like Obama is the sun god bringing light to a dark world. I guess to them, he is.
But they don't know who the sun god REALLY is:

it's too early

to be a bummer. but there are some things about myself i simply cannot believe.

tonight was just so good

but no flute

Some Things Are Pretty Crazy

The Black Keys--Grown So Ugly

definitely one of my top five favorite bands.

the beastmaster

hey guys whats happening no i'm not going to explain myself.

Anyways, Andrew's birthday just passed, so this entry is to honor him.
Here's an old video that just about sums it up:

YEAAHHHH

EAT TOAST DUMMY THIS IS ANNA HOBBS FOR YOUR HEALTH

happy bdya mlk soon happy ianguatarion day soon obama happy saturday night party people happy burn anniversary seal haha omg that was such alow blow and not even true.

also, happy water drinking party happy text mwessaging streak happy ipod charging hour happy smooth as huevos eve.

this is another life saving message from ann ahobbs and you know yuou saw it coming.

toehr things to say:
1) this was a night of knights
2) don't blame harry piotter because you cant get it together
3) parts of me wondrss if i should have bene male
4) parts of me wonder when my raging hormones are going to chill.


respect to connect

Yesterday

was a bad day, my apologies.

Anyway, I haven't had much blogging inspiration lately, but here's a couple of things

1) Harlan, Sarah, Waylon, and I have taken it upon ourselves to form the best worst band in the world. Find us on the internet.
2) It's Saturday, and probably one of the nicest days I've seen in a while. Too bad I'm in bed with a headache and nothing to do!
3) Now I can drink four beers instead of three.

Music heals.

i hate

everythinggg my life is SO super gay i should just take a long walk off a short pier because nothing is getting any better any time soon.

another year

i hate missing my friends' birthdays.
especially their 21st. this is i think the third one i was unable to be a part of!
bummmerr

i love your cavities

the spaces in between
and the holes in your teeth

it's not the size of the bible

it's the motion of the devotion.

hmm

every time i think that i have friends, i realize that i don't. i rack my brain to think of people i can call, but i know that there is nobody.
but i'm not too sad, because that's the way it's always been, and it's my fault anyway. i choose to make friends with boys and potheads, so relationships can only get so deep without becoming physical.
and i hate that i can only bond with people if a blunt or a drink is being shared.
and i hate that i feel most comfortable around guys.
my fault always, i can blame no one but myself.

things are so weird

things and people.

sometimes i disappoint myself.
and i think it's annoying when people have expectations of me. as if i'm EVER going to be what you want.


one day, things won't be so complicated and lame.

So I guess I have a lot to think about.
This is the downfall of my lucidity. Nothing falls into place anymore.

more reasons to doubt the female species

So I guess I'm a succubus, you know? I think all women are.
I've learned to accept the term. Not as a compliment, but just as a fact, or a state of being, or a curse.
Because really, I don't know any good female who does not occasionally enjoy sucking out a grown man's soul. You know, every once in a great while. Or, on the lesser spectrum of the term, any female who doesn't occasionally enjoy the attention does not exist.
But I'm talking more about being a succubus, versus simply being human. I'm talking about stealing people's everlasting souls right out of their chests!
I think I might do that sometimes. Not lately (except that one time), and not on purpose (except sometimes). I think it is the epitome of selfishness--a woman abusing her feminine wiles not for financial or superficial gain, but simply to know that she can.
Tsk tsk tsk...we should be ashamed, right?
You know, it would be a lot easier for me to talk about a man using a woman, because men are gross, but sometimes, I think we are just as guilty, if not more so, simply because we act like we aren't sexual manipulators or deviants and that we really just want true love!
laugh out loud bitches. everyone's a perv, it doesn't matter what gender you are.

Nudity

Well, last night, I had a pretty symbolic dream for the most part. It was "one of those". I was in bed with someone, who will remain unnamed, and was TOTALLY naked. He was naked, too, thank God, or that would've been embarrassing for me. I mean, there was nothing sexual about it or anything, so don't think I'm about to divulge in fantasy here. I guess nudity is really just a form of vunerability, especially for me. And it was kind of a scary dream. Anyways, he was just like, "Hai, it's so nice that you're naked with me, you're so beautiful!" And I was super scared but still somewhat down to be naked. And something about the dream was so sweet and cute, but at the same time, I was pretty unsure of the whole thing.
See, pretty symbolic, right?
Lol, why bother...
In other news, I'd really like to buy some weed right now, but one of the terms of my unemployment is that I don't make any money. Therefore, it's not really in the cards for me to have any personal habits. It's all for the best. But sometimes it's not even about the money. I mean, cigarettes are pretty much not doing it for me these days. I've been smoking, like, one a day, except for the one and a half yesterday. That's right. I couldn't even finish a full one. I have two left in this pack, and I don't think I'm going to buy another one. Because really, I can feel it just sucking the vitamin C RIGHT out of my bones. So wish me luck.
Anyways, I just got off the phone with Jesse and am going to start preparing myself for another adventure.
And I feel like I should say something about something, but then that's just me putting unnecessary actions on blast.
So until tonight...

AND BY THE WAY
I have no idea what I'm talking about in the last post, so thanks for your patience.

steel reserve is not your friend

i love playing the drums, and i don't care how gay that sounds.

I CAME HERE JUST TO PLAY GIRL JUST TO PLAY.

really, you guys, in a few weeks, i'm going to blow your mind with all the shit i'm pulling lately, and you're gonna think, damn, when did anna step it up like that? and i won't be able to tell you.

and the things i dig, i cannot say tonight. the things i dig are bad for me. all i can say is that i'm glad this is not miami or southern california, because then i would be screwed.

why i have doubts about my generation

Something about my blogging habits: I don't post much for a couple days, then I post once or twice a day, and then I post HELLA in one day, and it's just nonstop. And the cycle repeats.
But you know, maybe my desire to write only comes in waves.

Anyways, on to what I wanted to say. This is going to be a series in sorts, because I don't really think it's polite to post EXTREMELY long blogs.
So part one in discussing my doubts about my generation, I just have to talk about myspace. I mean, I was lurking people's myspaces, as usual, and became a little bit flabbergasted at the amount of gay shit people put on them.
First, there are the girls. I mean, I can't say I hate it, because I love it, and I think it's awesome. But everything about most girls' myspaces just make me laugh.
These are a couple slogans and quotes from girls I know, or someone I know knows, or someone that someone knows knows, etc., around the country.
"She's got a smile on her face and a 'Fuck you' attitude, because from today on, she's living life for herself!"--South Bay, California
"100% BEAUTIFULL"--Berkley, California
"I am who I am. Your approval isn't needed!"--Des Plaines, Illinois
"I'm a celebrity in my hood. You just live in yours."--Campbell, CA
Okay, I just have to interject because it's just so funny that someone who lives in Campbell thinks they're in a "hood".
"You got a problem with me? Well, you can take that up to my big brother. I'm sure he'll fix the problem."--Crystal River, FL
and my personal favorite
"Pretty girls turn heads. My girls break necks!"--Spring Hill, FL
Definitely enjoyable quotes there. I can really relate to these people.
Also, every girl's myspace has a picture of Lil' Wayne on it SOMEWHERE I SWEAR. I don't understand WHY because he is probably one of the scariest looking people living on the planet today.
And apparently, a lot of girls label themselves "cunts" these days, which I'm not too sure is a good idea for our generation of blossoming young women soon to be OR ARE ALREADY moms.
You can probably find a Gucci or Chanel logo somewhere on the page...
Pictures of something the girl has deemed "artistic" in someway. You know, black and white, or a diagram of sorts. Or, you can take my sister, Sarah, for example, in her portrait of birds here she has in her about me.

so deep.

also

I am very happy to be alive.
I feel like such a spoiled brat for wishing otherwise these past couple of months. I mean, I still think I'm pretty crazy and everything. But today, it's like, I went outside and can't understand how I thought I was missing out on anything before.
Because really, plenty of people do care about me, I just close them off from everything. I think I want to do it by myself, but obviously, I lack the necessary skills.

Life has become just one long good luck streak. Now to do what is required of me in order to ensure I won't have to put my foot in my mouth later.

And this has nothing to do with anything specific, I just thought you loyal readers would like to know.
By the way, I love you guys for reading my blog. I really do! It makes me so happy.
Although, maybe I will lose a few due to this scary new positive outlook the blog has taken. So to that I have to say, don't worry. I'm still pretty pissy a majority of the time.
TALKTOYOUSOONK?

today is a day

Today is a day to start taking some action.

Today is a day to pick up a book or two.

Today is a day for love.

Today is a day for Jonah and I to spend some quality bubble bath time together.

Today is a day in which I have to actually make some sort of effort.

This is all because I woke up early today (as in 11:30) so I feel like that I owe it to the world.

what i'm thinking about right now

is getting pretty freaky.

by the way

is it typical of most girls to shove their God-given physical attributes in other people's faces> as in, having them totally falling out of their shirt on display for the whole world to see?
i guess i've never really noticed it before, but i'm kind of getting sick of having to look at people's boobies when i'm just trying to get a double cheeseburger or lurk an someone's myspace. it's just a little over the top sometimes.

i love everybody.

A Letter From Jeremy Pritchard

I found this in a drawer when I was cleaning out my room, written for me by an old friend.

Not so long ago, in a galaxy not so far away, lived a BEAUTIFUL princess! as tender and sweet as she was stunning.
She was overcome with grief and sadness! Not even the love of her (very SEXAY) Jedi master could help her see just how essential she was to the balance of the force.
But with time she, too, came to see how much she had to offer the rebellion. She opened her heart and her mind! From that day on, the dark side didn't stand a chance.


Aw.

GOOD AFTERNOON

hey people what's happening.

You know what's funny about life? Something as simple as changing your attitude can actually alter your life's outcome. As soon as I start actually TRYING to have a good time, my luck just gets better and better, and suddenly, all this good shit starts happening to me. That is, if you don't include my new curfew of 12 o clock in the morning. But my body's already used to the change and has to be heading for bed by one. Which means that now I wake up at noon, versus four, and everything is cool.
See, everything works out and shit.
Last night I dreamed about California, and I was kicking it with Andrew Gatley. His 21st birthday is coming up, which is a little bit freaky. I feel like I should send him some flowers or something, but I can't imagine him appreciating the simplistic beauty.
The other evening, I found myself crying at an episode of Forensic Files.

i love

1) lurking people's myspaces
2) waking up at one
3) playing the Sims 2
4) kissing Jonah
5) taking really ugly pictures and putting them on the internet
6) dreaming about Scott Biggi
7) photobooths
8) doing public woohoo in photobooths with at least three different sims
9) playing and making music with other people
10) Christian Bale
11) California
12) tropical diseases
13) having to poo
14) making friends
15) learning how to play the drums
16) reading my Bible
17) Broken Social Scene
18) being home alone
19) finger picking
20) Sarah, Harlan, Waylon, Jesse, Joel, and Tori, because they make Spring Hill so much better.


There. Isn't that better?
Jonah is my dog by the way, and yes, we kiss a LOT.

Ephesians 3:20

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.

It was funny to open up to a passage about accepting God's grace, when this is JUST what I was talking about with Pastor Donny. How I shouldn't try to do everything myself and etc.
Just thought that was interesting!

HEY GUYS

whats happening.


So, I hate Advil commercials, also. Whoever that narrating woman is drives me crazy.
But that's not why I decided to post a blog tonight. I'm here to start a series about classical music.
Let's start with Chopin.
PSYCH

I'm beating around the bush.
Okay, what I really want to blog about is how good of a mood I am in today.
I'm very happy to have gone to church and played music for people, and I'm very happy to have a good friend who actually cares about me and thinks I'm cool.
I like being able to be myself, and these are two circumstances where I feel like I can be.
Anyways, I look forward to the following weeks. I think this year is going to be much better than the last.

esurance commercials

Stupid San Francisco Green-Economy Hippie Company.
I hate those stupid commercials I could draw them myself.

Choose Inner Purity

Inner purity is a challenge that requires you to watch over your inner life with determination and diligence. In the beginning, you may feel that most of your thoughts, imaginations, and attitudes are corrupt. But as you persist, new habits develop, and with regular maintenance, you can enjoy inner purity.
What you do outwardly--the things that people see--determines your reputation with man. But your inner life determines your reputation with God.
Choosing inner purity is something you do unto the Lord to honor Him. No wonder He says a pure heart is precious in His sight!

1 Peter 3:4

From Joyce Meyer's Ending Your Day Right Devotionals



ONE DAY BABY ONE DAY!!!!

BODY OVER MIND

Physical pain is something I definitely prefer to all other types of pain.
Physical pain distracts me long enough. I cherish my times of discomfort because it keeps my mind occupied.
So thank you, aching arms and blistered fingers, searing headaches and churning guts, bruised crevices and open sores, guitar strings and sharp corners, stainless steel and butane, sparking synapses and empty stomachs, and all tumors that have yet to be discovered, speak now or forever hold your peace. Because of you, I have not completely lost my mind. Being in constant pain has kept me in touch with reality.
Whichever naysayer is bold enough to disapprove of hypochondria obviously hasn't given it a shot, because it really works for me. Try it out. As they say, it's better to be sick than sorry.
And by sorry, I don't mean apologetic.

I'm starting to feel like maybe if I was openly crazy, people would get off my back. But since I appreciate societal standards and try to abide by them, I'm still expected to function with some level of normality. It seems like pulling the depressed card gets you out of jail free. I wish I could just tell everyone, hey, no, actually, I'm NOT going to do that because I'm a sociopath drug addict suffering from school age schizophrenia. Or maybe I can give the short version of how I hate everything about every aspect of my life, so fuck you.

Yes, I'm real mature for my age, I pay bills and do the shopping and shit. And by that I mean I lie in bed and play the Sims 2 and hope that my brain will start bleeding.

Loyal readers, I promise that one day, these blogs will start looking up. Until then, my room is a mess, I have two friends, no job, no money, no hobbies, I can't drive, and my curfew is 12 o clock until further notice

so real

GOTTA BE REAL WITH MYSELF BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.

leave me some more words people you fuel my fire.

the thing is

I'm obsessed with the Sims.
No, really, it's all I ever want to do.

I'm only good when I can kiss

and that's the way it's always been.


nothing of substance it's just my hot bod.

sometimes it's better

when nobody knows.

makes it taste a little sweeter.

an assortment of good things

1) I need new guitar strings. I'm starting to get depressed about it.
2) Who wants to go to Miami in March? We will be seeing
-Death Cab
-Lucero
-Cold War Kids
-Snoop Dogg
but more importantly, Broken Social Scene. Which is really the only reason I want to go, but you know, I would go anywhere in this state for them if I was able.
3) Also, be on the look out for a music myspace coming from me and my associates. We're really punk.
4) Tough night last night for these people:







and one of my regular Circle K customers


5) I think I love every instrument ever created ever I am in love.
6) I love everybody. You're all beautiful.

A Gift to You

A lot of people got arrested yesterday. I think there is a lot of pressure with new year/new you/new WORLD thing going on lately. Here are some of my favorites.

DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE:


This guy violated probation, but the only thing interesting to me is that we were born on the exact same date.

8.10.88 FOR LYF NIGGA

OLD ASS PLAYA


CREEPY ASS PLAYA


DRUG ADDICTS





OUT OF HER ELEMENT


BLACK PEOPLE


violation of probation, happy little lady


suspended.revoked license

and the clincher!!!

ARMED ROBBERY.

that was satisfying

It's really all just to feel acknowledged. Because sometimes it feels like no one even knows I exist.

CUE WAHH PEDAL.

the only men i love.

Hanson, always and forever.


Matt Damon with a Boston accent circa Good Will Hunting.


Liam Neeson.


Kevin Drew, the musician who knows me better than anyone without ever knowing I exist.


My newest love, Michael C. Hall, but only as a secret serial killer.


Gary Oldman in every shape and form he has ever been in.


Seth Rogan, the epitome of my dream guy.

sick with it

No more vodka for the one hundred thousand and third time.
You've Got Mail is probably the cutest movie on the planet. It's days like these that reaffirm my faith in true love. Not that I have it or have ever experienced it beyond that of a mutual understanding between me and my dog. But I know it exists, and that it's out there, waiting for me, and I will find it when I am ready for it.
Which is not now, or probably anywhere close to it. But I hope that when I do fall in love, I won't hesitate to be kind anymore.

One Year

A year ago today, I was on a plane from San Jose to Tampa.
So I have lived here a year today. Who wants to throw me a party?
I wonder how many more years I'm gonna be here.

Diseased

I really hate all these new faggoty ass problems I've been having lately. It's along the lines of me turning into a pathetic pseudo insomnic, anorexic, OCD, schizophrenic sociopath.
Of course, I'm exaggerating, but I'm starting to feel like a character of Girl, Interrupted, especially with all of these crime shows I watch, because I find myself relating more to the serial killers than the people they've killed. I am just way too aware of the evil inside of me, and it's beginning to become much more real than it actually is.
I feel like Grissom. Where does my mind end and the minds of those who are truly "evil" begin? Because really, we are all the same. Just because I can control my evil impulses doesn't make them any less evil. It's just not there for all to see.
Now, don't misinterpret this to believe that I want to kill people. All I'm saying is that I'm starting to lose my mind. Although one can be mentally sound and still completely evil. I think a few Star Wars and Harry Potter references would come into play nicely here.

Oh, sanity. One of the many privileges we take for granted. Congratulations to those whose is still intact.

i will pay

one thousand dollars to the person who does not disappoint me.
if you accept the money, you will have failed, therefore, will not receive the money.

i after e except before c

i don't understand

i mean, sure, i WANT to dance, but i don't LONG to dance.

if you listen to lupe fiasco

go kick push off a cliff.

get used to it

the more i wish things were different, the more they stay the same.

here's a resolution for you:
I resolve to have stronger resolve.
I don't know if that's even a proper sentence.
All I know is I don't have any friends so I'm going to have to make the best of this next year, because it's going to be spent, for the most part, alone.
...
cue noisemakers, kazoos, and firecrackers.
happy new year.

so unsatisfying

pictures will not suffice nor will day dreams or the knowledge of what things have been and will not be now, nor wanting or lying awake or sleeping all day, nor regretting or remembering.

i want you
right
here.

in anyway i can get
it's not like i think about it often. just sometimes it comes to mind.

and it's mostly due to a five o clock shadow, and because i like your falsetto,
and i like when you drum with your eyes closed, and when your perfect lips glue the floor to my toes.
i like your hair when it's long. i like it when you get upset and shave it all off. i like that we've had sex after every time we've fought. i like the way your adam's apple quivers at the thought.

i don't dream anymore i don't dream about these things thank god for your adam's apple it always comes back for me. and my finger rests lightly alone on the peak as a sad crime of passion reserved for the weak.
and twenty four hours make so much more sense
and twenty four hours don't matter i guess
it's suddenly something i don't feel the same.
i've suddenly somehow remembered your name.
it's sweet has no seeds
it melts to my teeth.
it's planted your trees
it means more to me.

i blame your adam's apple
its raises and curves
only skin of my lips
can feel when it purrs
and the way that it drops
when an octave has grown
the way that it stops
when we are all alone.