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Nightlife Buzzing Fashion Art Dance Cigarette smells Wine Laughter Turquoise Gold Scarves Sad songs Philosophy Birds Gaudy jewelry Cash Tattoos Cursing Meditation White teeth Spontaneity Dudes Piercings American apparel Sexual tension Sleep Winter iPhone Vintage items Scripted drama Languages Venice Karma Procrastination Wandering

and just not giving a fuck.

27.11.09

this bad bitch is from brooklyn.


sometimes we kick it.

26.11.09

thoughts on thanksgiving.

i always seem to get bored and bitter when i come home.
maybe next year i won't celebrate the holidays.
i would rather go away and be by myself.
or just stay in with friends.

i did get to see a few of the family.
and that's always nice.
i also got my military id renewed,
and i finally found my passport.
i've been itching to use it.



i better get some sleep.
before i know it,
a black morning will arrive.
bringing with it a black day.
and eventually, a black night will fall.
so don't come to the mall tomorrow.
do me a favor.
instead, go roast marshmallows in a field.




in another world.

jane aldridge.
'sea of shoes'
http://seaofshoes.typepad.com/





she stole my life.
i want it back.
thanks.

17.11.09

i missed my hair appointment.
shit.
rescheduled an hour before work.
i hate rushing.

15.11.09

i still haven't fully recovered.

13.11.09

still slightly ill, i gathered myself on my day off and drove to baton rouge. i acquired a really cool flask with paint splatters from urban outfitters. :) i saw a tall, thin, blonde-headed boy with magnificent tattoos on each arm and on his right foot (and god knows where else there may be some). i want my tattoos to have a deeper meaning. i'm yearning for something more below the surface in life, and for people to understand it. on the way back, i ignored the hour-long traffic jam, caught a glimpse of birds flying south for the winter, rolled down my window and blared my music. i haven't done that in almost a year. that was me just celebrating the anniversary.

it's 2am.
just got back from a long awaited meal at bww.
trying to get over this extreme case of sore throat.
possibly strep?
and trying to finish this outline.


writer's block.

8.11.09

edie sedgwick is one of the most amazing.
i see myself in her.
her ways.
and it saddens me that i didn't know her sooner.

el cuarto verde.

i went to this quaint, little bar last night.
full of sketches, paintings, and pool tables.
the smoke permeated my layered clothing.
i can still smell it today.





7.11.09

it's lonely to drink by yourself.

anoche...
el cuarto verde.

6.11.09

save the nighttime for your weeping.

2.11.09

bourbon street.
10.31.2009.

and the best part is...
that's how i remember bits and pieces of the night:
one big, flashy blur.