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I don’t give a shit. “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!” I loved the Giver. I give up.

Posted By annie On 12.25.2008 @ 7:48 pm

i wish wishes about wishing…

Posted By annie On 12.10.2008 @ 10:03 am

is not a possitive word. implies shut, closed, immoveable, immobile. Brings implications of prison or jail, which in turn makes me think of Guantanamo Bay. In relationships, any form of lock is bad.

Posted By annie On 01.30.2009 @ 8:35 am

It reminds me of the band. The color green. A child’s cringe after biting a lemon wedge. A breathtaking rainbow over a tropical waterfall. Sublimation. Subliminal. Substandard. Succinct.

Posted By annie On 01.23.2009 @ 7:54 pm

I have to believe in change. If I don’t, I can’t see a future for myself, or my children, or my children’s children. I don’t know that I would be able to live in a world or country I didn’t believe was open to change.

Posted By Annie On 01.21.2009 @ 8:32 pm

I had wanted to change for ages, but I did not know how. One day, I went to my best friend. “Chane me,” I said. “Okay, sounds like fun,” was her answer. First, we went to a clothes store. There were many clothes, but she did not find any clothes that were good for my new me.

Posted By Annie On 01.21.2009 @ 9:15 am

Now is moving… it doesn’t stop. You’d think life would be more important if we spent now doing something other than typing about it on some website. Because really, you’re wasting your life. Hell, I’m wasting my life. So go do something else. What? I don’t know…

Posted By Annie On 01.11.2009 @ 1:43 am

Is the present Is the past Is all that is Is.

Now is forever And is never

Now Is Life Now is.

Is hope is Dreams Is wonder Is amazement Is Now.

Posted By Annie On 01.10.2009 @ 10:59 am

i like to dock my heart in autopilot, for fear of reaching a long awaited much anticipated feat that never meets expectation. I dock my confidence on the basis that insecurity runs rampant in my life, why should I deserve what my heart wants but my head fears?

Posted By Annie On 12.15.2008 @ 9:13 am

i don’t have any bracelets but i tend to think of them as obvious visions of femininity. i always dreamed of myself in my running clothes with a silver bracelet on. somehow it would be evidence of the dichotomy that is within myself.

Posted By annie On 03.30.2009 @ 4:34 pm

we are gathered here today to celebrate a union of two very happy people. sure they’re happy today but wait until they actually figure out what married life is about. then we’ll see who is smiling.

Posted By annie On 03.29.2009 @ 8:52 pm

I bleached my hair. I went white. (with fright?) I kept it that way for a year. Bleaching religiously. I bought extra shampoos, conditioners, and trreatments just to spite my mother. (Who always loves another.) I wanted to hit her where it really counted to her: Her pocket book. (Bad, lonely children always make trouble to get attention.) Now, I’m fading fast and I’m all by myself, while on the other side of the chain-link fence. She basks in the sunshine of her latest lover.

Posted By annie On 03.27.2009 @ 4:45 pm

I bleached my hair. I went white. (with fright?) I kept it that way for a year. Bleaching religiously. I bought extra shampoos, conditioners, and trreatments just to spite my mother. (Who always loves another.) I wanted to hit her where it really counted to her: Her pocket book. (Bad, lonely children always make trouble to get attention.) Now, I’m fading fast and I’m all by myself, while on the other side of the chain-link fence. She basks in the sunshine of her latest lover.

Posted By annie On 03.27.2009 @ 4:45 pm

i lied about being stuck in the subway today. i wasn’t. i was out filling a bag full of candy at a candystore. i could’ve gone home. i was exhausted. but candy and me, its a never ending relationship.

Posted By Annie On 03.25.2009 @ 8:28 pm

do you earn a reward? maybe. rewards are suppose to be special. not given as punishment. you must do things right, help someone, show some effort. not just given as a good deed.

Posted By annie On 03.22.2009 @ 7:03 pm

I remember when your face used to glow in the morning, when you leaned over my face, my cheek while I was still half asleep. Face planted into the pillow. I remember that same glow everytime your face lit it when I proclaimed my love. I remember that same glow getting dimmer and dimmer. I cringe thinking about this. I want to burst into an ocean of useless tears thinking about you. But I cannot. I see that glow in my sleep. In my nightmares. I saw the last glimpse of it when you disappeared. I told you to leave. I shut the door on you. If you hadn’t gone, you would still be here. Alive. Breathing. Glowing like you do.

Posted By Annie On 03.20.2009 @ 10:38 pm

i don’t want to write about grids anymore. those lines, those straight fucking lines that lead nowhere, i don’t want to deal with them. i want spirals, and curves and funny shapes that have no analytical meaning behind them. screw the grid. on with imagination.

Posted By Annie On 03.19.2009 @ 3:25 pm

grid? like everything here, everything in this fucking life is just one big grid. thats what it is. we follow these stupid lines, and where do we get? to the same place where we started from. we might be wealthier, older, smarter but in the end not much has changed. because after all you’re just in this grid, and there is no one that can break the lines. we all just fall into place, and follow.

Posted By Annie On 03.19.2009 @ 1:28 pm

i lock my bedroom door sometimes so my parents cant walk in on me fucking my boyfriend.

Posted By annie On 03.19.2009 @ 10:32 am

I was startled when my brother jumped out from under the bed and screaming like a banshee. He got in trouble. As an adult, I realize what a prankster he was and still is. He loved tormenting his sisters. And as the only boy, I understand. Especially now that I am a mom to boys. He has not lost that fun.

Posted By Annie On 03.15.2009 @ 8:04 am

this makes me think of all of the somber occasions that people attend. Such as funerals, memorial services, etc. We are a somber nation when one of our leaders die.

Posted By Annie On 07.17.2008 @ 7:30 am

Scarf – the first thing that I really learned to knit. They’re warm and comfy and the equivalent of a hug in the winter – but if you’ve knitted it yourself then it’s a hug that you’re giving yourself. I particularly like the feeling of “wrapping up warm” which indicates winter and snow to me – speaking as an englishwoman, we don’t often have winters severe enough to warrant a scarf, so I relish them when we do.

Posted By Annie On 07.19.2008 @ 12:35 pm

flowing, frandma, silk, daisy, f scott fitzgerald, dangerous, lovely, floral, wear around waist

Posted By annie On 07.18.2008 @ 10:31 am

reminds me of Tiggy. because of t i g. i wish i’m a twig not an overweight branch. twig is small and fragile though but pretty. i wish i’m small and pretty. i’m already fragile.

Posted By annie On 09.25.2009 @ 6:17 pm

you check yourself out in the mirror in leopard print bra, rolled down dress lipstick curlers on the phone to your boyfriend loudly talking, and a g-string!

but i think its funny and i like you

Posted By annie On 09.23.2009 @ 7:02 pm

I’ve noticed the word misguided is used a lot more in our culture than guided, except in cases of studying. It’s a problem we must fix.

Posted By Annie On 09.18.2009 @ 10:21 am

um crying in a corner from ms sorenson but then you get used to her. sitting in a feetle position this is weird i dont know what to write about corners like the corner of a paper or something white paper? theres nothing to SAY DAMMIT.

Posted By annie On 09.12.2009 @ 11:00 pm

What is logic anyway? I wish people would stop telling me to be logical, make logical decisions. Let me make some illogical decisions for once. They’re usually more fun anyway, and I will learn if it ends up hurting me in the long run. Who decided what logic was in the first place? I think I should go find them and punch them in the face. Thanks a lot, whoever you are.

Posted By Annie On 09.11.2009 @ 4:21 pm

nothing in this world is logical. ansel, you’re logic was wrong. you hurt me. i hate you. i cant believe you. i never want to see you again.

Posted By Annie On 09.11.2009 @ 3:41 pm

A white collar worker, that’s what most of my friends are turning out to be. Maybe a few will get to the silver collar or gold collar levels. Who knows. They are competitive enough. And sly enough. I’m sure some of them will get there.

Posted By Annie On 09.06.2009 @ 6:20 pm