aww snapz wot.
the definition says it all.


i told tuan he was picky.
"yes m'aam i am."


dear daft punk
last night i had a dream about you
ima gonna leave-a the country in less-a then-a month-a.
dear new les savy fav
why so rocking?
the dirty south party at mom's ruled my world, i spazzed the floor up with cisneros and ruiz and some guys in underwear and lanneau. apparently "hey ya" is not cool anymore, but whatever. the scene sucks.
i <3 stereo total. i danced and saw a real life barbie doll and she was crazy and had a lacey tiered skirt on and totally wanted da nuts. i am naked. so what?
my legs have goosebumps.
and i think that i'm starting to be a bitter post-modern youth.
last night, i ate fifty pounds of barbeque (yes to beef and catfish!) at miguel's and totally crashed a dude rock party with jake, nick and sam. the fucking band, carcen, played a limp bizkit cover. we dressed sam up as a zany dude and he jumped into the pool of the apt complex and everyone cheered. it was so cliche college. i almost wet my pants. the fire was hot and same spilled beer all over my back. i was wet and cold and looked like a total drunk.
my room smells like flowers.
actually i deceided all i care about is daft punk today.
and phoenix.
you are so warm and soft.
a shiny bird mobile, stagnant against a green background. i like when the birds bob slowly. there is chirping outside.
i love tuan phan.
flip books and the letterpress.
me and paul are team awesome.
i draw unicorns and blow kisses.
i am alone a lot.
and it doesn't really bother me.
i get to read dave eggers.
my tummy hurts b/c i drank some coffee with some nasty 'nilla cream. it was too sweet . my breath is caffeinated.
macaroons = tasty.


solace in pop punk. my god, it's been awhile.
i like the moon and bamboo curtains.
i have new stargazer lilies.
tall skinny pale.
i want to go swimming, but i feel insecure. which is lame.
playing pick up and graphite marks on bills and torn paper.
my body is hot and tired.
and i don't want to go.
i like gray and blue and white and black.
i will sleep with the windows open.


it's so so so easy to fucking hate someone so hard. and by someone, i mean someone in particular.
buuttt, team awesome doesn't work that way.
lazerz and puppies fo' life.
that milkshake made my breath taste like raisins.
i think nickers and i are going to watch the daft punk video off the projector. and hopefully eat popcorn.


when i was in highschool, i used to want to write a movie.
about kids in an elementary school
i was v. inspired by wes anderson.
it's raining outside. i had the window open and the drops collected in the small squares of the screen and dripped onto my bed.
i listened to the new modest mouse the other day. it is pink and green. i like the songs. some of the songs already have meaning to me. float on. the ocean breeze is salty.
gallery lombardi hosted a benefit for fresh-up club. we drank lone star and pabst and snuck off to piles of pvc pipes. hand drawn and xeroxed art. painted rainbows.
late night excursions to t. cab. jake and sam were there.
i like the colors of my apartment.
i really want this gray couch.
i washed my chucks.
i have two hundred dollars. and i'm leaving for vienna at the end of next month. screwed? i think so.
dear rich people. money. nuff said. love, kelly.
i think i'll come back and have a skull for a face rather than skin. you'll still like me though, right?
creme brulee french toast. mcgenius. and sooo delicious.
i had my first experience with a vanilla bean today.
i like when nickers sits on my lap.
dear stevie wonder, marvin gaye, al green and otis redding, i love you. please sing me to sleep every night. xoxo, kelly p.s. stevie wonder, i believe (when i fall in love it will be forever). i am melting.


i lost my phone and when i called it a mexican man answered. i don't really know where he lives, but i am going to find it with the street name and aprtment number i got out of him. we couldn't really understand each other. i guess i'm a bad honorary mexican.
i also decided that ladytron sucks b/c they sound liekt hey don't care.
aiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr was awesome. alpha beta gaga. venus. kelly watch the starts. playground love. run. sexy boy. whee. there was zany dude rocker behind us who kept trying to score a doobie. he was nutz. and a french girl who held up a sign that proclaimed "je t'aime, air". they had a heated discussion:
"put that shit down, bitch, put that shit down."
"i don't speak english, cocksucker."
"put that shit down, bitch. what is this, trl?"
it was funny. partly due to the irony of the situation. dude, this is not your beloved dave matthews, there's no need to scream out the words to songs and "whoo" in my ears, you ugly ass bastard.
needless to say, it was fun and pretty and bass-y. i danced a little and held hands as part of the self-proclaimed cutest couple ever.
i am making a book. blue, pink, gray and black. i'll have to start sewing the binding soon.
ben aqua and i are starting band about weed and pussy.
projected videos onto the sides of down buildings. moving colors and lights onto bricks and cars. parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. pizza blast off into outerspace. a barking dog and sitting on the sidewalk.
tuan only eats soy based products and green leaves and baby shrimps. he didn't get hired and we are all sad. me and mikey jewz are hosting a cinco de mayo party: farewell taun: vaya con dios party with tuan hundred dollar bills and margaritas.
lunch with ryan, eating gyros and talking about being design nerds.
i live all alone and next year i will live in an octagon house. maybe momo the cat will come visit me. maybe i will call my house the octopussy palace and have cereal and milk every morning. maybe i will ride a bike to the grocery store for odwalla and chocolate milk and fruit leather.
i think nick is moving to d.c. at the end of the summer to be smart. but i'll still like him.
i'll be in vienna in a month.
dear lottery,
please let me win you.
i think when i go, i'll only be able to eat once a day and buy film. i will come back bony, but well cultured.
if you want to send me money, email me. haha.
i have goosebumps.
art in the twenty-first century pary with me and giavemommy. we decided we are going to have a kid and name it poquito giavedoni. it will be half argentine (vero) and half mutt (me).
i like petting kitties and reading and taking naps and watching mysteries.
nickers makes some damn good fries and curry fried chicken.
i found a recipe for creme brulee french toast.
orange creme brulee was our spring break treat.
i miss brian sometimes. i hope he is doing well. and happy with rainbows and kittens.
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