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Rejoice! Great people of LiveJournal and the alike, As I gulp down this snail and sip this fine french champayne I find myself turning into a pretentious conceited self-indulgent self-religious french woman. It was in the fortune that madam esmerelda AKA the homeless lady who digs through my trash every wednesday morning, I tried to avoid it but I just can't act it out for any longer. I am beautiful, with a personality wit and intellect to match it.

All of my life I've been striving for something I'll never be. As a child I was perpetually held on a pedestal because I was smarter and more creative than my peers and siblings, the downside of course is that if only's ruled my life. If only I was more creative, if only I was a better musician, if only I was prettier or thinner, or more scientific and extroverted. The trouble with this mindstate is that you tend to stay grounded. There's no giant leap of self-improvement in fear that I'll trip over and fall straight on my face (which has a tendancy of happening)

After a couple of conversations with a lovely man who put it all into perspective (things like this need a second opinion) riddled with red-wine and small talk of communism.. I spewed forth all of my worries, my anxieties, my failures my wishes for the future and for the past and told him to work his magic, and he did for the most part well he put what I was niggling in the back of my mind but not thinking it were to be true into introspective. Man I just love people like this, people who are generally out for anothers well-being, instead of having other underbelly alternative motives, hell, he didn't even ask me to spend the night.

Of course, they secret is to find balance which hasn't come to me yet.. balance between being so far stuck up my own arse and being a slumped up snotty nosed kid. But I have hope, or at least; hope that there is hope.

Autumn is my favorite season, im jealous.

What else, ah ah ah, just been chillin. Looking for a job is a fucken, tormented artists life I tell ya. Nobody wants to hire the unemployable.

I must interupt myself here, people on my AIM list annoy me sometimes, theres only a couple of people that I enjoy their company the rest can BURN IN HELL!

Cleaning the house takes careful precision and planning, mostly planning to kick my procrastionation to the curb and get off my lazy fat arse.

What else
Cut down smoking weed
Back to drinking heavily
thanks dependancies.

The boyfriend and I are going well, we bicker heaps but thats mostly attributed to my [bundleof]fuckingannoying[love] moody attitude.
Unpredictability often leads to confusion.
People don't realise this, they actually think I'm INDULGENT in mysterion.

bah to them.
Next update:
SPRING!

Thx ...

when people ask me why i'm so manic i almost ALWAYS reply with, i'm not manic, i'd rather describe myself as (dy)namic.

moving, dancing, drinking, smoking, acting, music making, tomfoolering, fooling tom.
art wanking.

whAts in for fall? houndstooth, great. checkers, stripes???? Oh yeh, tartan. don't q. me. I don't know anything about fashion.
90% of your creativity comes from a dumpster, I meant, CLOTHES. 80's clothes are IN. raid yours/your mums/aunts/brothers/sisters wardrobe.

cold showers, cold coffee, wet dreams, paul frank underwear.

gotta go pineapple

be back in the new moon.

Apparently eating do-do's will save millions of starving africans.

I'd rather stick to tender calf flesh, thanks.

When I stick my head deep into sand, everybody else sounds like droning. LOL~! Fancy that.

Art school is great folks. Bronze Casting I think they call it <---- where it's at
Painting
photography
metaphors
glass blowing

yay and yay.

People suck. When asked to describe them I would rather not.

Thinking out loud in purple still works.

Coffee beans < Tea Bags

What else...

funny new-age punks in my area... a guy named Stinky.. Some old punker hanging out with the new crowd.. I think I fell in love that night.

Am living in a basement of a haunted house.

And I'm collecting little goth boys only to find an emo to use as a bowling ball.
GOTH BOWLING!

Woooot.

ENOUGH

Hope you're well.

GOOD-BYE

HEY MAMMAL!!!

first off, stop being so impressed.

another day, another fart in the wind.

I'm moving x2. already moved, emotionally.. ha ha ha.. (yeah right)

i've been asked a bit about my breasts lately.
"do you like your boobs"
*peers down*
"well... yeah... I mean, I realise they're there for gravity implications"
"so you move forward instead of backward"
"yeah. and when I take a giant leap of faith I fall straight on my face with more emotional bedsores than I started off with"

I see it now, testing the waters.

Been watching TOMMY re-runs.
I have a new crush on Eric Clapton.
And Uncle Ernie, theres just something about neurotic nutjobs. the extra, jues je vis,

I'M going to art school. I leave thursday.

A day older on July the First.

I have a hickey.

I'm giving up on orgasmns and flatulence.

Taken by PetraJane
PetraJane.Com

Pensive or Stoned?

I have so much studying to do

Sunday is just another unwanted day

Joy Division makes me happy

Took too many drugs and fucked out completely. I started hallucinating into a different world... I had trouble breathing, I couldn't move.. I felt like I was really gonna die this time.

Something strange happened though, after all of this and the day after (dumb day) i started halluncinating and saw words over everything.. like it was telling me something... strange...

My stomach hurts like something chronic today as well..

Time to give up on the consumtion of that many drugs I think.....

what else

Time to get a better job =/ I'm so sick of this no money business. You'd think having a job would fix that but it doesn't..

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Shrah+Rose

Hope everybody is well today.

Conclusion:

FOUR SOME!!!!!!!!!

that is all.

jurble jurble jurble.

think about this: report everything in a journal (LJ, YAY!) a few weeks later, after the dreams.. the other stuff... the ummm........

Hey do people have barnacles like whales?

OOOOOOOooooo...

As I was saying, other stuff sticks to your story like bubblegum and when you're trying to remember what happened while you were away on your personal adventure and writing it out people think you are mad.. like quoting the size of diameter of the property, and the crickets, biting things...
You know???

I saw him.. and he told me this... and we kissed and cuddled behind a tree then I punched him in the nose.. he he he...

Not really... but it was nice.
Nice to know he still cares..

What else
Lots but......

I'm recording that later.... it's not ready to come out just yet.

Yesterday I took a whole bunch of drugs and served a purpose. Met some dude with a guitar and sung and danced with him and preached and drank coffee. then at night I went out and stole some pretty flowers from pretty gardens and pebbles to put around my pretty garden. The front yard is still looking like shite but I'm working hard on it....

Theres no grass just yet.. blahhhhhh... but it's growing.
GROWING.

I also created a footspa.. mmm.......

yogi yogi.

hope all is well in your netherland.

anal intenttoive anal intentive annal inteinveitnal anal intenteitve anal inteirnvan akhrnal intenvantn

hm hm hm

Man this whole parallell universe is fucken crazy.. first I get interested in art bell all of a sudden.. like, I knew this guy way back and he was this artist, completely drug fucked he showed me art bell as well as a lot of things but thats for a different day..

I dreamt of art bell and the FOURTH dimension..

I've been questioned about reptilian shapeshifter... then found a website to bring me back to planet eArTH and also to provide me with comical relief.

dreams are weird.

I had a dream once that *he* was in, and her, and everybody I knew. I started getting pissy at the new girl (I do that.. they have to prove themselves worthy -- which she didn't, so I gave her shit) he was quiet but she grabbed me from behind and punched the shit out of my face. i lost 2 teeth in the fight.
my punches were nothing compared to her.. they weren't even connecting.

she told me this
"you lost it, now it's scared shitless of you"

and I know it.

I believe it, it's in the stars.

What hurt most though...


was when he nodded in agreement.

i know I shouldn't worry but I know that everything.

everything is relative.

I've been on a 3 week binge, drunk every day, cactus, weed, acid, extasy... three weeks.. every day.

Good thing I quit my job cos I really hate losing things, especially stamps for the

COLLECTION

Self medicating..........

Black Russians and Ambien... it's all in the name of sanity.

Adam I am.

Am I adam?

I've been dreaming of a world with Art Bell and things poking me...

*pokes*

It's all in the name of retaliation....

For my birthday I want a pony, a shotgun and one of these:


3 things I want to take a picture of the day I get a digital camera:
- Japanese gardens - you will LOVE it.
- Me swimming in a baby paddling pool
- Me licking a fishies eyeball

See the connections? A day in the ocean.
Day dreaming, folks.

As for ME?
It's time to get drunk again.... then I fly on the sky made of marmalade...

HEAD
CLOUDS
phins
FEET

Coming to self realisation now.... i'm a whole bunch happier. went out and enjoyed the SCENERY and came back feeling refreshed.

its hard sometimes when you want to believe something to be true but you don't know for sure if it is. and what are you fighting for when you don't know for yourself?

thats hard.
but i can only think and ponder and wish that the answer will come to me one day, because it's just something that will come to me in time no matter how hard I push for it.

His dad has a question mark and a rainbow...

What does that mean to you?

I need to read more.

Hope your day gets better nickashie.

Peace.

you can tell a lot of a person by their favorite quote.

"Either the wallpaper goes, or I go"
Oscar Wildes parting words just before he died..

And other such Oscar Wilde quotes..


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