Love letter
Dear Hillary,
You were and always will be an inspiration.
Love,
Amanda
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I miss that stupid ache
I love music. I can’t stop listening to it. While I change, while I paint my nails red, while I clean, while I drink, while I kiss, while I fall asleep – if it happens.
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San Francisco Sweet Thing
Wireless thievery foiled again (shakes fist)! So I am posting from my iPhone. Which is laborious, but I like the option. I kind of sort of purchased seven books from the book bay this weekend. My ADD must be stopped.
I finally put clothes on. Sunday undies sundies .. .sun dies.
This week is going to be a good one, I can tell.
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She was wary – no, plain-long scared
I really, really dislike it when people post song lyrics online. I don’t know why. Maybe because they seem like watered down poetry and always feel more important sung or set to music. So I’m going to pretend those lyrics at the bottom of this post just skated their way onto the page when I wasn’t looking. If you recognize them, then you get the tickle fight reader award (to be determined).
I’m such a fucking hypocrite.
I made dinner, decided I didn’t like or want it, then threw it away. Not very PC of me. Poor little rich girl? Sometimes I watch that movie and even pay close attention to the entire blurry first half, when you can just hear Edie Sedgwick’s voice and the music on her record player and see a fuzzy outline of her figure. I have amazing patience and focus when it comes to observation and absolutely NONE when it comes to participation.
There are actually a lot of hidden references in what I write on this site with which I try to amuse myself. Not because I’m clever. Maybe manipulative? Or just intellectually bored, hoping that someone will relate or even get the joke. Some will say I was a woman pretending to be a girl.
He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I’m not being fair
‘Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I’d like to choose right
Take all the things that I said that he stole
Put ‘em in a sack
Swing ‘em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier light
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Okay, another.
I can thank Nelson for this obsession. I’m pretty sure my neighbors want to destroy me and my love affair with repeating songs I like.
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One more thing.
I am obsessed with Kudu! And I can’t stop thinking about the drummer.
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When you’re alone
After one of my savvy circle tagged items showed up in my size for ten dollars (down from like 200 dollars), I went back to tagging pretty much every cute item I see on the internet. Don’t know what savvy circle is? Check it out. I have an irrational fear of discount shopping. But how can I deny a service that makes it so effortless?
Every weekend when I volunteer at the book bay, I end up getting another book (I do not need more books!). I need to try to focus on just one book, since I have now started reading about a billion at once. They are all stacked up on the table staring at me right now. Somewhere along the way, I developed literary ADHD.
I’ve been feeling like serious crap lately, physically and emotionally, so I decided to eat healthier, cut out dairy (after reading more vegan propaganda, I can’t seem to avoid it), and set a two-alcoholic drink maximum for myself. I feel like I’ve found religion. I feel 100 times better. My skin looks better, I have more energy, I like myself more, blah blah blah . . . I could go on and on about this topic, but no one wants to listen, which is fine.
A very shy and nervous man approached me while I was working at the library this weekend. He stood in front of me for an awkward moment, started to say something, and I must have made a funny face (very likely) because he said “never mind,” then scurried away. A few minutes later, he appeared and handed me a neatly folded piece of notebook paper. The note was quite nice and wasn’t anything to poke fun of . . . however, I will not be calling or emailing him. I am flattered, though. I wish all romantic gestures were rewarded. There aren’t enough of them. But I’m no martyr.
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A bolt from the blue
I am shocked that I made it through the day without getting a fat lip. I could have punched myself. Bad day. Yet somehow I forced myself to use a coupon to get a chai and did laundry (two things I can’t stand, for some reason).
Want to know about something totally sick? This new trend of putting a wig on your dog. It’s so ridiculous, but I am totally obsessed and I secretly want to put one on my dog because I am a closeted one of “those people.” For the record, I would never put shoes on a dog. Or make them carry my shit for me in some sort of REI-looking saddlebag.
p.s. the commentary is glorious.
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You’re not curing cancer
Wild phase officially over. Phew!
This weekend=
library
oakland art murmur
housewarming (complete with private burlesque show)
boogaloo’s tofu scramble
bike shop
new cds from aquarius (camera obscura + devendra banhart)
painted bird (purple boots, blingy owl necklace, cute bag!)
amazing frida kahlo and lee miller exhibit
dazed and confused dvd
and now this great link for shopping in the mission (thanks seh!)
Happiest of Mondays to you…
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