Saturday, July 24, 2004
What transpired the night before? My memory refuses to place events in linear order. I recall sipping wine from a box, racing down the highway, hopping from cafe to cafe, telling a girl how to prevent implantation of a newly conceived embryo by raising her blood pH to toxic levels with household chemicals, singing along to David Bowie in the car, getting ash in my eye, reading tarot cards, walking around a residential area in my underwear, dancing dancing dancing . . .
This is the life, man. This is THE LIFE.
Dad says if Ari and her new husband come home for the holidays, he'll go elsewhere for the duration of the visit. Smashing! We wouldn't have to deal with him for a week at least!
Wedding video pending!
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
Something important on your desk: my photo albums. therein lies documentation of love, travel, and friendship
If you could afford it at the moment, you would buy: 1)a really badass club, complete with the best sound system ever created, ambience lights and lasers in various shades of blue, a fountain, a fully stocked bar, and all assortments of blue couches, lounges, waterbeds, tuffets, and chaises to sit on. 2)a bodysuit of exquisite tattoos 3)vacations around the world 4)weekly massages, facials, manicures, and bikini waxes
Something you don't have a lot of: security and stability
If your house was burning and you could only save 3 items what would they be: my laptop, my stash, and my cd collection
MORALS
If there were no side effects, you would enjoy being addicted to: Sex
A time when you purposly hurt someone emotionally: seduced a friend's love interest to bring down her swiftly bloating ego a little bit
A time you accidentally hurt someone emotionally: Didn't tell my mom that my 13 year old brother had been smoking for some months before she caught him mid-puff. Unintentionally, I betrayed her.
One person you have killed in your thoughts: My dad.
FRIENDS:
Three traits you look for in a friend: intelligence, open-mindedness, passion
Who makes you laugh most often: Alec, Zane, or Cody
A friend who you can tell anything: Keith, Alyssa, Zane
A friend you can go to for advice: Keith, Mom, Zane
The best piece of advice you had been given: "Larkin, stop being such a pussy and show us what you got!"
The friend who uses most of your energy: Shadi
EGO
Your 3 best qualities: eloquence, cunning, charisma.
Your 3 worst qualities: psychological manipulation, chronic distrust, nymphomania.
Describe your Ideal self: poised, deliberate, and unafraid of everything
You are embarassed when: people think I'm much younger than I really am
The greatest physical pain you ever endured: potassium drip IV to restore my electrolytes. It hurts so much that you can feel every drop sliding through your veins, creeping into your tissue, wriggling and pulsing into the tissue of your organs
The greatest emotional pain you ever endured: my lover of almost a year and a half dumped me. Over email.
Moment you are most ashamed of: love interest A waltzing into my house and finding me asleep in bed with love interest B.
Your best physical feature: eyes, lips, neck/shoulders
Who/What makes you happy: A raring party, fabulous trance music, physical gratification with someone i'm close to, sushi, long walks through city streets, shopping
Who/what makes you sad: being told i can't fulfill my whims, injustice, being stabbed in the back
EMOTIONS
Emotion you hide most: rage. I'm apt to stifle it and wreak passive-agressive revenge later on
The emotion you tend to experience most: lust
One of your most tragic memories: extrodinarily heinous physical abuse during my adolescence at the hands of Mormon zealots.
One of your happiest memories: post-coital cuddling
One of your angriest memories: unearthing rumors about my sexual behavior
A memory that makes you laugh: John wearing my bra on his head and crowing like some kind of panty-snatching snipe
A memory that makes you happy: running around Toronto both on my own and in the company of a best friend
Something someone can say or do that you find extremely attractive: make full use of vocabulary, show kindness to someone/thing weaker than themselves, display confidance
Something someone can say or do that you find unattractive: Exhibit bad manners, swagger, torture animals
Two things appealing about people: weaknesses, passions
A personality trait you find appealing: a capacty for uninhibited joy
Your secret passion: Ceramics
What you enjoy most about having a committed relationship: regular sex, always having someone to hug at the end of the day, inside jokes
RELATING
A place where you want to have sex: a public bathroom
A strange place where you have had sex: an airplane
What music is on when you have sex, or is it the tv?: Hooverphonic, Paul Oakenfold, NIN, Orgy, Sneaker Pimps
Favorite song to have sex to: Orgy - slept so long without you
Describe your mate physicaly: build anywhere between average and very slender, hair either black or blonde, expressive eyes, soft lips, (if a girl) small breasts.
Describle your mate's personality: inquisitve, possessed of a sense of wonder for the world, adventurous, sexually experimental, confident, ambitious, affectionate, irreverent
You feel most attractive when: I'm dressed in a black outfit with flowing skirts and shocking stockings
Favorite thing you like to see your mate wear (clothing wise don't say naked): short skirts (girls) and button down shirts (guys)
What would you like your mate to do more of: i want someone who initiates intimacy as often as I do
FINALLY
If you had more time alone you would: practice more yoga
If you had more patience you would: become politically active
If you could change one thing about your physical appearance what would it be: I'd get rid of all the baby fat on my body until i look as raw-hide taught as Sigourney Weaver in Alien Ressurection
If you had no committments what would you be doing: partying at night and sleeping off my hangovers until dusk, when i'd do it all again
If you could have one super power what would it be: telekinesis. very powerful telekinesis. you could kill people in really creative ways - crushing their heart, propelling their eyeballs back through their brain, that sort of thing.
If you could start all over....: I'd keep my damn mouth shut.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
be sorted @ nimbo.net
I may be vain. I may be massochistic. But hey, neither one has had a negative effect on my personal life. In all truth, plastic surgery is just another body modification - a modification markedly more extreme than piercing or tattooing or even scarification.
Friday, July 16, 2004
I write this entry more for my own piece of mind than anyone else's. Yes I'm still here. Yes I'm still breathing. I think.
But I've hit a void.
Absolutely nothing to say.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Beatnick Theater
Lover
The morning of wilted pancake batter
Oh georgie oh georgie
Oh.
You in your cigarette shoes
Like a cripy diamond
Sucking on bacon,
Sweet Jesus,
No more I sed
NO MO!
Mo don't live here
Or so i'm told.
I hate poprocks -
The smell of burning sugar -
your mom.
That's right man, your mom
Last night.
Like this:
WHOO!
I'm gonna kick you in the yarbles.
Later, maybe.
The young and the restless is on.
*coffee house snap-clapping*
Man, i'm like some kind of god. This is hot stuff.
Mom and Dad won't let you get a tattoo? Try patterned bruising! Specialists could strike and batter you with a variety of tools to achieve the look of your dreams. Best of all, it's lasts only a few weeks! Available colors: black, blue, purple, and that weird yellowish green.
Or what about genetic skin changes - a combination of strategically induced hyperpigmentation and vitiligo.
Oh yeah man, with ideas like this, I'm gonna be rich.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Got some new Hooverphonic CDs through the mail. They kick my ass. Damn. Bring me to my knees, sweet trip hop! I supplicate myself before thee! Make the next 40+ days go faster faster faster!
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Even your sanity has a threshold - it's just a matter of determining what, where, and how fragile it is. Ever wonder what might send you over the edge? Just how much would it take to make you go insane? Probably less than you think. I'll wager that a single particular event, if witnessed under the proper circumstances, could rend your delicate understanding of reality limb from limb.
Human minds are weak . . . so very weak.
That's why I'm going to become a psychologist . . .
. . . so that I may capitalize on man's inherent frailty.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
- the ammount which a woman complains about her figure is directly proportional to said figure's desirability.
- no prop is more versitile or effective for spur of the moment humor than a clump of kelp.
- riptide, bad. sunscreen, good.
- there is a good reason for the expression "like rubbing salt in a wound."
- sand, previously thought to be an inanimate particulate amalgam, is in actuality a bacterium. It has the power to infiltrate any barrier before multipling at an exponential rate. No matter how much sand you remove from your shoe, there will always be more.
- if you ask the waiter to dance at Joes Crab Shack, he very well may do it.
- I like the Eagles
- I like Counting Crows
- I DON'T like seagulls
Monday, July 05, 2004
Awash in a sea of autointoxication, your brain can no longer coordinate reason, logic, and action. Your limbic system kicks into overdrive. Your emotions surge, warp, and flow. Think you can't live without your significant other? That's oxytocin for you. But let's face it. You don't care any more. You're after those post-coital endogenous opioids, the body's natural equivilant of heroin.
Once a junkie, always a junkie.
Me, I just want my fix.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
I grow restless. These summer days leave me with too much time and too little to do. I'm a mercenary without a contract.
To top it off, my latest short work in the making evaporated into cyberspace when one of my family's computers caught a terminal illness. Fuck.
My instincts scream for change, but on what front?
College college college college college . . . .
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Fuck you, man.
FUCK YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU!
Man, I'm cool.
I exited into the landscape of alien night: looming trees writhing in the breeze; dank pools of mist, natural gas, and fermented rain water; swift, skittering shadows; roaches and bats; the calls of sleepless birds, toads, vagrants.
With a flourish, I lit my first cigarette and trotted into the courtyard of Klein High School. A drainpipe enabled access to the covered walkway's sturdy roof. There, I smoked for over half an hour, periodically blowing rings of blue vapor that hovered and spun like so many delicate thoughts.
Some time later, I was overcome by the need to pee. Seeing no one about, I let fly on the side of the pavillion. Never before have I known such vulgar satisfaction.
Never again need I tread those halls. I think I've finally internalized that fact.
