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[10 Oct 2012|09:29pm] |
say something.
share a thought.
share a message.
spill your guts.
tell me something beautiful.
tell me something ugly.
tell me something you've always wanted to say to me.
expose a burning secret.
cut me with an awful truth if you want.
criticize me if you want.
tell me anything.
i mean anything.
i'm looking for raw honesty and exposure.
get it off your chest.
i'm looking for the meat and potatoes here people.
you can post anonymously if you like.
no comment is too short, or too long.
i encourage everyone to participate.
all comments will be screened.
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[19 Nov 2009|07:55am] |
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i'm pretty happy with my iphone. granted, it has some annoyances, but i can deal with them.
one annoyance, however, has ruffled my feathers.
the maps app, with "public transit" has let me down enough times that i am now loathe to use it ever again.
currently, i'm going to be late for work on account that the bus that "maps" claimed would arrive at 7:30, won't actually be here till 7:45 according to the muni "next muni" at the bus stop.
i even got here early to avoid having the bus cruise past me minutes earlier than scheduled by the app., which us what happened last time.
i'm not sure if this is a case of a buggy app, orshity shitty shitty MUNI failings. now the bus is here, andot is unusually packed. i wonder if this bus isn't just tremendously late.
boycott on MUNI is back on, i don't know what the hell i was thinking when i decided to ride it again.
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[06 Nov 2009|11:52pm] |
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[03 Nov 2009|09:58pm] |
and so it goes.
one more loss to add to my list of massive failures.
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[03 Nov 2009|04:28pm] |
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when you're feeling horrible, what cheers you up?
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[02 Nov 2009|07:45pm] |
halloween was a good time.
finally got to realize my dream of dressing up as uhura with a spock in tow.
fun!
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[27 Oct 2009|10:20pm] |
i remember a night, years ago.
what was it, 3? 4 years ago?
i was huddled in a small bedroom with padded walls at the cracktory. a raucous party ebbing and flowing and crisping at the edges just beyond the door.
my blood was full of bourbon, face painted with those black bars under my eyes like a linebacker.
with the door closed, sheltered from the music and the rolling cacophony of voices and footsteps muddled into near white noise, we laughed till our bodies ached on the whole.
the conversation had swerved, and the subject of our dreams, our thoughts, our activities came into being.
i spilled my fantasies into the air. words about writing, and stories, and pictures, and humor, and lessons learned.
prattled off about my passion at the time.
i said the words, "i would love to make a [blank], even just once. to do something like that..."
my words trailed off as the images burst in my mind, distant and convincingly unattainable. my heart ached for what it believed it could not become.
a girl/woman/person, one who had been paying deep attention as i spoke, so much attention in fact that it was palpable, sat in the corner on the floor. after my words had diffused into the room, and the tension remained in it's place, she focused her eyes directly into mine. as my thoughts still hung on the impossible, she rolled forward, onto her hands and knees, and crawled, never breaking her stare.
she crawled toward me, and the silence bent and twisted, and lingered forever, and then, just as i was ready to shatter the silence by blurting, "what?" she spoke.
"make one." she said.
deep and direct and clipped and sudden.
like an arrow, she shot the words at me, and they bore their way into my head, right between my eyes.
"make one."
times like these, when i'm thinking my thoughts, the same image comes to mind, just as vividly as it had happened tonight. the confidence, and assertiveness in those words still poke at me.
"make one."
i've resisted those words for years out of fear, out of hesitation, out of uncertainty, yet the words implore me.
"make one."
sooner or later, i will not be able to say no. i hope.
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[26 Oct 2009|02:58pm] |
oh, snailbooty, you never cease to amaze horrify.
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[25 Oct 2009|11:16pm] |
i'm suddenly reminded that all the trouble you get yourself into, is trouble you've gotten yourself into.
dammit.
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| wine? yosemite? |
[19 Oct 2009|01:05pm] |
i know most of you have day jobs, or aren't morning people, but is anyone interested in going on a wine tour through yosemite Wednesday morning? i'm looking to round up a group to go have a fun day out drinking wine, and omfg, spending TIME together.
message or email me for details missmeeks77 @ gmail
:D
*EDIT*
eep.
looks like the price per person is more spendy than i had anticipated.
it'll be $85 a person... so... yeah. perhaps not...
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| crack me open |
[18 Oct 2009|08:15pm] |
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ask me a question, i'll do my best to answer it.
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| Shamika.Lauren |
[14 Oct 2009|08:56pm] |
came across a newly edited image from the shoot i did with L a few months back.
giraffes.
thank you, photoshop.
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[13 Oct 2009|01:00pm] |
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[12 Oct 2009|01:01pm] |
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| the big 40 |
[12 Oct 2009|12:16pm] |
today my big bro turns 40.
we have dinner reservations at 6pm at francesco's in oakland.
i have the task of finding him a good gift for this big-birthday.
he's rather... "metro" in his style of dress, grooming, and lifestyle. hair is always impeccably trimmed and groomed, he plucks gray hairs out of his chin, he's a foodie, and a fanatic for fast cars and motorcycles.
i haven't a clue what get for him.
the usual DVD's just don't seem to cut this time. i'm thinking of a fancy men's grooming kit, some good coffee, and some kind of art to hang on his wall.
BUT
times like these, i will think about it till i have a mere 45 minutes to scramble out the door to go shopping, only to hemm and haw over my choices, and wind up getting something that i'll keep saying, "i don't know what i was thinking!" over again and again while my fancy italian dinner gets cold, and i continue to shove wine down my throat while he keeps saying, "no, it's alright, i always wanted a pair of gold-plated toenail clippers."
so people, offer me your suggestions.
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[11 Oct 2009|01:00pm] |
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[10 Oct 2009|05:32pm] |
sigil is tonight! see suspension by samar (lemme tell you, what she has planned will be extraordinary), and MORE! $5 shuttle from civic center bart to the event every 30 min. to the oakland metro.
www.sigilnight.com
will you be there?
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