annie get yer goat

!!!

Let's get sexist!

quick, name something that we can get sexist about.




i want to go to portland. i want to leave now. this is me catching up to amandar's already development pre-senior year of college. this is me figuring out how to write novels (not)maybe

but i am wanting portland, and badly. what's the difference when i'm not with a plan for my life anyway and the family shit is so utterly f*cked and sore? continually. plus. i want 3 buck chuck and f*cking cheap cranberry crusted goat cheese logs.

i have spoken on here about goats before and you all should know what portland means. goats. cheese. ocean. not f*cking nebraska. let's go.

there is this plan

where, in between the not leaving the house but for chancedly and randomish,
and between workings, i work on writing, create this great piece of money-making scheme
fully researched

working title -- a zombie love story


did i meantion (i mean
mean to mention. will mention.) that i love creating the facebook event and then watching, refreshing, for people to make their respondings?

i make up words like an anyone, motherfucks. and curse with the love of them. that's a pixie way of putting it. like a cut. not the hair, but it's hard to grow out bangs when they keep as un-evening selves.
- needing side trims - changing lengths what with the parting on which side.

i forgot how distracting it gets.
the accoutrements of performing woman.
but also something easyish
just to rub a little cream in the strands and twirl it and pat it a bit and then mostly just leave it to hang from my head. twirling into tiny buns at back or taking the bangs up away from the face in my couch time. at the desk time.

ways to make pretend

Rachael is listening

to New Moon audio book via YouTube. part 96. That Bella Swan sure is one ugly idiot. At least that's what she keeps telling me.
And she can't catch on to ANYthing -!
Leach-lover-vampire-wannabe! What a damn scuz. Just look at this perty ol scuzzz----

"when i told you i didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy..." "...his face paler than it's usual pale..."

"If i was going to rip myself up further, i might as well get as much in trade as possible. So i kissed him back, my heart pounding out a jagged, disjointed rhythm while my breathing turned to panting and my fingers moved greedily to his face. I could feel his marble body against every line of mine and I was so glad he hadn't listened to me...'by the way, he said in a casual tone, 'I'm not leaving you'"

wowwwww just
wowwwww. blackest blasphemy. yes. this is all very optimal.

E is the best

in the universe at,
you know,
alla everythin'.

Y b4 E

have a sense of humor maybe or parties.
Whichever one got me to the breaded fried seitan
and waffles, I'm glad.
Whichever fauxsplosion and friends another
year older.
Another No No
No wiser. Still hardly am able
to answer a phone. Or perform the doing of things pronounced.

You're breading is wetting and sticking
in the maple syrup.
Your waffle is vegan
with an essence of almond vanilla. You're lifting your knees
to a ceiling, and still