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LiveJournal for Rebecca.
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| Tuesday, May 20th, 2003 |
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Thinking of you... http://www.legacy.com/DallasMorning |
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| Monday, August 13th, 2001 |
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| I'm back and blacker than ever. |
| Sunday, January 28th, 2001 |
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why is this a national holiday? that is so unnatural. |
| Monday, January 8th, 2001 |
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Ladies and gentlemen.. my heart is now taken-- by a bumbly, comedic, gangly stature of a man who calls himself "Emo." Never has coffee tasted so scrumptious, than it did from the dollar of Mr. Phillips. Ok so I'm exaggerating, but I had a great time. So thank you to Jew boy for convincing me to ride along. In other news-- skater boys are not at my beck and call as of now. Much will have to change to satisfy me. |
| Monday, January 1st, 2001 |
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i've been packing all night to go home. i am so excited to be back in my bed.. back in town with my friends and whatnot. there's something to be said for having roots planted. |
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i amaze myself sometimes with my own stupidity. i do these things i swear i will never do.. i make a hypocrite out of myself i lie to myself-- it makes my words meaningless, when i do these things i do. from the outside looking in.. you'd think i was self-destructive malfunctioning a machine with missing parts but from the inside-- i'm just a confused, lonely girl trying to keep my head above water. |
| Saturday, December 23rd, 2000 |
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because there are so many unspoken rules and rituals for us to deal with. i, apologetically, am not able to keep up with all of them most of the time... which royally messes my life up. i need to hit up the Girl 101 class or something. |
| Friday, December 22nd, 2000 |
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my "star" quality is started to fade.. they're not swooning. they're finding other avenues of adoration.. but i need my power. |
| Tuesday, December 19th, 2000 |
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yes even beautiful, talented, omniscient and elegant princesses like me get stressed around the holidaze.. i think i'm going nuts. i hate money |
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joel asked me to write a post with normal diction.. so here it goes.. woke up this morning showered brushed my teeth took a poop watched some cartoons ate spaghetti with justin went xmas shopping killed some old people took a nap ran showered AGAIN went to justin's learned some stuff got my schedule from work sat with my thumb up my butt on the computer w0w i am interesting x's 10. |
| Friday, December 15th, 2000 |
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why am i still awake at 4 a.m. you ask? i'm not sure.. i have to work in 6 hours, too. i'm a nut. everything and nothing on my mind-- no one to share it all with. |
| Wednesday, December 13th, 2000 |
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"words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe, pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, possessing and caressing me. jai guru deva om" |
| Tuesday, December 12th, 2000 |
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my monetary value stands at: $2. |
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naw.. i can run like Forrest Gump through sleet or ice.. i'm indelible. i can. |
| Wednesday, November 1st, 2000 |
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i almost held it in my palm but it was just a fluttering dream passing by my eye to tease me into belief. |
| Friday, October 13th, 2000 |
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s/queezed.. between something and someone neither mean a thing. push it to the surface grind it with my teeth combust. the tingle in my limbs is the absence of me flowing in my veins i feel it stretching.. seething vision- no focus i have no desire swimming in my head; one leaf, ablaze my only fire rhythm. |
| Wednesday, September 13th, 2000 |
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why is it... when i find someone before me who's perfect and adores me i get so sick inside? why can't i take him in my arms with no doubts or worries? why does his face begin to morph into a disgusting repulsive monster? i wish i was perfect like him. |
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| Tuesday, August 29th, 2000 |
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of pretending inventing fabricating a feeling. it's getting to me... i'm so sick of myself. the passerbys with bright-eyed smiles.. they make me convulse. you are so fake. you make a life you think is worthy you have no clue you are so dirty.. narcissism completes me. i let you think you defeat me. then come up so discreetly and mange away security with my broken teeth gaWd you make it too easy. |
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| Saturday, August 26th, 2000 |
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birthday on tuesday. another year older. c'est la vie. |
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| Monday, August 21st, 2000 |
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does everything I say have to be twisted up and mocked, tossed around and talked about with people unbeknownst to me? are my words such droplets of pure sunshine? designed to offer a certain kind of novelty.. for you all to see.. and use against little, old me. |
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LiveJournal for Rebecca.
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numb.
annoyed.
bouncy.
giddy.
listless.
predatory.