wish i knew

if prince charming is a dick, bring on the frogs.


so pub night halloween, did the paper bag princess find her prince charming?
well actually she found 3.
but not so much.

prince 1, was tattooed, charming, but already has a princess at home.
prince 2, was discovered the morning after, from a drunken digits exchange, in txt form,
"it was a pleasure to meet you paper bag princess, we should get coffee sometime."
--tacky.
and prince 3 sat at home, only to think of the decheveled paper bag princess at 4:30 in the morning.
but that was enough, the paper bag princess fell asleep with a smile.


actual halloween was spent sober and in atire not made out of a leaf bag.
it must have been a full moon;
he wasn't usually that charming.
it happened alot slower,.
what a pretty little face.

montauk point

costume: $5.00
crown:$1.00
wand: $1.00
realizing if you sleep with him tonight he'll be pulling you out of a paper bag. priceless.


halloween pub tonight, pictures update later.
she made me laugh today.
"its like winning the lottery."


"im going home to play guitar"
fucking phenomenal.
he was already dreamy enough.
now this?

gave up my body and bed

he's so much more attractive when he doesn't talk.
maybe it was the tattoos, or the brand new ringtone.
or maybe i'm going crazy.

my house is cold, and lonley.
i'm tired and hungry.
wasting words on lower cases and capitals.






"Jesse, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you."

a sober straight face

Modclub/ Lykke Li was amaze.
i have never seen so many skinny jeans, leather jackets and leather footwear in my life. it was one of those concerts where everyone was happy, and in love with the music. i sang my little hipster heart out. ♥















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then there was dragon fly.
dragonfly was completely different than circa,alot more glamorus.. excpet everyone was still brown. gross.
my night involved: $200 bottle of gin, VIP service, private booth, to much yagger, short mexicans (story of my life) and some random who apparently watches to much dancing with the stars. invision a dip gone wrong, legs up in the air, drink spilling and yet he still thought that was code for slip me a finger and some tounge. no dice. the best poutine adventure of my life, "you're glasses are sexy" "thanks there raybans".."thats not what i meant" "well thats what i meant." and a disapointing lack of ass, for some of us atleast.

sick of your tattoos

so she txt him, selfishly, but at the same time, maybe to curious for her own good.
"now its your turn to make me smile."

anxious for whats next, but already anticipating nothing much.
she'll wait paitently.
she always does.


lykke li and tattooed indie boys @modclub 7 tonight.
tonight i fall in love.

shitshow round 2 will commence saturday at 4.
we'll drink to the future with full time friends.

so heres to the ones we love, if only they cared.

lets keep in touch

I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

number 9

cause you traded me for the lump sum

ill keep writing
and youll keep reading
neither of us really sure what my words mean.
but understand the implications of between the lines.

theres nothing to inspiring to write about about today
this day blended in from yesterday, which will soon blend into tomorrow.
i'm excitted for the weekend and what wastecase events will come my way, how many shots will i be able to keep down, which brown guy will buy me drinks and who will be the hero to wave their fingers in randoms face for me this time.
lets hope the bar tender has all fingers this time.
"WHY DIDNT YOU WARN ME" "I COULDNT WARN MYSELF"
cue smile.

out of cash, and i own you.

The summer came, and we got lost, all of us
you are nothing without her,
I still wont remember; well your face
features mixed to well with this alcohol
so cover ourselves in your fear
you can spend the night
and hope to sleep all day.

change of pace

we drank. they didnt. 3 glasses of rum. which reminded me why we were such good friends: common interest. lushes and seemingly cold, when we want to be .the night went on, and then had a change of pace.

i dont think my heart has ever pounded that fast, i never thought i could be that nervous around you anymore. i genuinley surpruised myself. my legs were trembling, only this time from not being in my comfort zone. heels click on tile. "should i do it?" "when should i do it?" "is it lame? do i look stupid." fuck. so i did it, the reaction was lack luster, i felt lame. SO lame. commentary never happened. i waited, anything. .nothing..
i must have looked like i was begging for it.
goodnight
"mhm"
maybe i should have mailed this one in.

she won't know

i feel like some times i write without considering others feelings
but then i feel i write without considering others feelings, because sometimes certain people don't consider mine.
today there was a certain kindess in your eyes.
i could have commented but i just kept to myself and smiled
(like i usually do anyways.)
or maybe i was seeing things
(i was at school for 12 hours today.)
this is the longest week of my life.
she said fuck me like you mean it.


How is it possible,he thinks,to miss a woman whom he kept at a distance so that when she was gone he would not miss her. Only then did he realise how wanting part of her and not all of her had hurt them both and how he cannot justify his actions except that, well, it was life.

surprise me

"i dont trust his hands, their small"
even at our worst, we're still better than most
i felt like a phone call tonight, but no such luck
i remain hopeful, but already know the outcome
this week my brain is going to explode
i said i stopped faking it when you stoped caring
but really you never cared enough to know i was faking.
your lips are more sincere than your eyes
fishing for compliments gets you know where
i miss that smell on my sweaters,
over priced boy and bad intentions.
i'm tired
i'm cold
and i'm into jerks.
well fuck me.

i'll stand as still as you need

You were looking for a way to change your life. You could not do this on your own. All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you want to look, I fuck like you want to fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

those stupid fucking sheets didnt even matter this time
grabbing anything and everything to stop trembling was first priority.
i smiled. you moaned. i pulled your hips closer. you pulled my hair closer. i fell asleep shaking and smiling. you fell asleep like any other night.

handsome and smart

my tounges the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart

my mac is dead. and will not be fixed for 4-6 weeks. in the mean time im on this POS pc laptop that weighs more than my right leg and is thicker than a black girls weave. how. . uninspiring? not to mention all my files will be erased. shit. this laptop has so many un helpful key diagrams. wtf is a box with some guys hand poiting to it mean. or "verr; maj"? wtf pc this is bullshit.

anyways, this week i have a million assignments to do and more tests. joy. i also need to apply for a job as i have this shitbox laptop to pay for while my other one is getting fixed.

i also need to double time on the diet as some of you are getting skinny fast. fuck.

and a few questions to be answered since alot of you are on my case i havent gotten up the courage to get that sorted out yet.

i'll add it to the list.
-16 fingers crossed.

brass buttons on your coat

nothing really went as planned today. .


1. best lines of my life "it tastes like a kiss." "it doesn't taste like anyone i've been kissing" "exactly." .."true."
2. tomorrow is looking like Dday. pretty nervous like you dont even know.
3. i was hoping that went over way better. i thought it was nice. .
4. i need to buy a new CFM dress
5. offically e v e r y o n e i talk to is on a diet- i dont want to be the only fatty left. operation liquid diet in affect.
6. hole above my lip or hole in my nose?
7. fakebake.

have another drink & drive yourself home

chaos.
i did exactly what i said i was going to do.
fb, tv, muchies, blog, going to get wings.
POV is due in 15 hours.
the pressure is on- but not really, i'll get to it. . eventually.

today: giggles and smiles.
tomorrow: tired and haggard anticipated.
the sweater im wearing right now is debateable.
bright red american apparel? i'm kinda cute for santa.

I’d said what I’d said that I’d tell you, and that you’d killed the better part of me. If you could just milk it for everything, I’ve said what I’d said and you know what I mean. But I still can’t focus on anything, We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.