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s a t 08.07.04 | 6:18 pm
if last night even happened, then i really don't remember much of it. my memory loses weight at about midnight last night and kicks in again after nine this morning. this worries me. this worries me greatly. i seem to have made some mistakes. like losing my judgment out the window while losing clothes and losing my new journal sketchbook that i was just beginning to bond with. i started to take it everywhere. well, everywhere until i lost it last night and have no idea where it might be because i can't remember much and it means absolutely nothing to everyone else but me. big frown. thumbs down, tiffany, thumbs down. but in lighter note i made some money at a garage sale this morning and got to spend half the day being cute with bear. either the effects of last night were still in effect or when i am with him i sometimes feel that i'm on drugs. high on life! we went to a record store and browsed. i got so much bjork that my collection is fucking amped. we went hunting for houses. we held hands and sang songs. we went to the weirdest flea market i have ever been to. my favorite part was when we laid in an empty apartment. we laid on the carpet inches away from each other and just stared. and talked. and giggled. and made kissy faces. he is a catch. and me, i am smitten. today was a good day... minus the bukkake. just kidding, i think. if only i could remember properly.
t u e s 08.03.04 | 2:08 am
he is bad news, stay away from him.
i want to show you, show you
it's okay!
my mom asks "how can you live like this?" i answer with "quite well."
my sister is going to get her own house. i went with her to walk around the model homes. they were sweet. i enjoyed the toy model versions as well.
borderline creepy, borderline awesome. you can choose!
radiohead is everywhere. even outside of amoeba. i spent $100 at amoeba last week and that's not counting the $25 credit i used. i am bad. the addiction is getting bad.
tonight we saw eric clapton play the bowl. it was soooo sweet. this morning i heard them talk about it on arrow about how sold out it was and how amazing it would be. hours later i got a call asking if i wanted to go. fuck yeah i do.
teera looks model in this picture. i love it. she is my soulmate. mawr.
ro bear is trying to be tough. he makes good cat sounds. he tells me he is using me for my cat sounds only. i do them better than he can. we both can't whistle though.
bored and high late at night produces this. try it sometime.
m o n 08.03.04 | 1:23 am
in the sunshine of your love
i saw eric clapton play the hollywood bowl tonight. it was a sold out show. ro bear and i paid $10 for the both of us to get in. we have the mad hook-ups with those i can not name. i think the highlight of the night was two older, older women that approached us within seconds of each other that wanted to either take a hit off our joint or give us a joint to share some smoke and some conversation. she took the joint out of a goddamn fanny pack for christ's sake. how hot is that? do you know where your mom was? was she at the hollywood bowl smoking us out? so possible. i think we were some of the youngest people at that show. we got the looks. i like cream but i think i need to pick up an album. i don't own any, i just listen to my dad's. i spent the day in the 909 today. we rolled around. we watched some cops. we watched some led zeppelin dvd. we ate some mexican food and had some beer. i met the parents. i think tomorrow will be a lovely beach day with the ladyfingers. ladyfingers is the new gang i'm in. us ladies have matching gold rings that cost a quarter each. so classy. so sassy. we got them from the bowling alley. i like bowling. i think it needs to get done more often... especially cosmic bowling... none of that normal bowling bullshit. ro bear got thrashes, not scratches, not cuts, not scrapes, but thrashes when he went skateboarding drunk in mexico. that sounds like something i would do. but i don't get arrested when i go south of the border. i am feeling myself get back into art again. not that i ever fell completely out of it but it's just flowing and i have a mad desire to create and produce and just think. and that's good. that's great. that's just what i need.
