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January 2011

Sometimes you forget how to be alone. You’re just so stuck on thinking that you’re lonely. All the couples, with their PDA, love shit—hits you hard. You mutter under your breath. You don’t know how to be alone. You sit with your phone in your hand—WAITING for someone to contact you. WAITING to be chased. You don’t know how to be alone. Because you feel...

I’m writing rote exercises for my piano students tomorrow. I hate this. But, this is what boss lady wants.

Yes, I know perfection doesn't exist.

Technically speaking. Which was my whole disclaimer before I listed all those things. So, okay, fine, don’t tell me about your perfect person. Tell me what you would like in another person. Is that better?

She asked me to describe the perfect woman.

Well, I don’t like to set standards, cuz honestly, I think I can appreciate and maybe “fall in love” with anyone as long as they are genuinely, authentically themselves (well, I take that back, I don’t want a genuine asshole).. but if I could meet the “perfect” woman she would have these qualities: She has to have some artistic component in her life. At the...

I hate that I get all these ideas for stories while I’m driving home, but the minute I take the time to sit down and do it—it just doesn’t come out the right way.

“If you don’t like what I keep talking about—turn this shit off”

– Uffie [Robot Oeuf]

I like this dark place, the liquor’s cheap and good.

uniquebaybee3 asked: you have facebook?

Something I started on halloween, when my fab said that I should start writing again. We were drinking coffee at Portfolio, watching kids in their costumes past by with ice cream cones. Anyways, I didn’t get very far: This is a tale of a girl who has a fascination for ears, infatuation for different colored q-tips, and wears ear muffs or headphones every day. Not really, but that’s what it...

Starting tonight

I will start an adventure of my own. Create the people I wish I met, and thrown away. Reimburse those who’ve stayed by my side. You all are my muse.

You know why I want to write?

I want to write out the scenes that I have never lived. To create a story, I wish I could wake up to everyday. To write a script for a film, that gets no notoriety, but however manages to take the underground, and say, hey, you should really check this out. It’s not really about winning awards, it’s just about creating the world I wish I had. You can only be so original. You can only...

sipping my last toasted marshmallow hot cocoa, with almond milk. the only thing to keep me warm inside. cuz i ran out of beer =[

A rush of feelings from when I was traumatized. If you ever get to know me, and I say, “Stop, don’t touch me, don’t touch my back” —Please listen. I don’t like feeling like this.

I don't ever stop working

If I’m not teaching, or drawing, I’m most likely helping my dear musician/model friend (whom I refer to as my Honey D) that lives on the opposite coast—in New York. Right now I’m “mock” interviewing her, so that I can write a bio for her on her FB fan/”like” page. She just sent me shots of her latest photoshoot—and I must say, they’re...

Tell me how to do my job?

I’ve been teaching piano for about seven, almost eight years. I’ve been playing for 15. So, my boss’s boss sat in during two of my piano lessons on Monday. The second student she saw me teach doesn’t have the easiest time understanding everything. After the lesson, she asked if it was his first lesson, and I said no. Then she said that she was concerned that the kids...

a person just has really awesome hair, and their face really isn’t much of a looker, but you’re blinded by their awesome hair. so you’re like omfgfuckme. sorry, i’m being obnoxious tonight.

you know whats worse?

That even when you think you’re not “hot” at all, there’s at least someone out there that thinks you are. But you don’t even realize it—or notice them, because you’re staring at some “hotter” person, that also has no idea cuz you feel like you can’t even talk to them, and probably has no idea you exist. Life is so dumb.

midnight ramble..something..something..

I don’t recommend you read this, because I don’t know what I’m saying. Hi. How are you? I hope you had a lovely week. Mine was alright. A lot of great things happened, but as I sit here tonight—I feel empty. Well, minus the fact that I physically feel bloated with the lovely food I had tonight, courtesy of my lovely siblings—I feel like everything’s just a big...

movie suggestion fail.

In a movie mood

I refuse to feel like shit

Sighhhhhhhhhhh. Meh, friday.

time for some orochon, in little tokyo.

Being a preschool piano teacher is exhausting. Off to work.

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mynameismitten asked: Dearest glossmyeyes... thank you so much! Are you in the NY area? We have some shows coming up, you should come!