Thursday, October 29, 2009

sacha wearing the cut out pantyhose

Listen close to what I say, cos this types a shit happens everyday!

I like American Apparel. I like models. I like naked freedom.

I don't like that before you see Sacha wearing the cut out pantyhose, you see some little girl in a leotard and socks posing like she's breakdancing, and the next thing you see is a giant bare ass grinning at you, and one breast that winks, trying to convince you that this pornographic photography belongs on the same website as kids breakdancing.

That's not art. That's wrong.

http://americanapparel.net/

Sunday, October 25, 2009

OBLIGATION OR SOCIAL JUSTICE


I have an obligation to attend Orchestra rehearsal, but what I really want, is to go to ACLU with Jessie and talk about social justice. 
Hmm.... what's more important?

Saturday, October 24, 2009


Met a boy on the bus today. Ask me if I have game!

I was on the way back from telegraph, where I was just kickin it by myself  reading my book. The BEAN TREES. Check it out if you like some cute literature.

Anyways, he was messing with me about reading, and what not, and we just got to talking. Nice guy.
He's a senior, and he's sixteen, so he must be relatively intelligent.
Only problem....

He's in continuation school.

So, guess we'll have to just be friends! 





LAS CHICAS on a SATURDAY

Last night, I spent some time with Grace, a friend who I haven't really seen in awhile, and it was exactly like old times, except better because we were in our right minds, and we weren't with a certain someone. 
This is my personal blog, so I can say what I want right?
Anyway, what's nicer than eating a croissant and drinking great coffee with a wonderful family, and looking out at Ocean Beach at 9:30 in the morning, watching shapes run in the fog, and waves roll in the distance.
Thank you for a good time Kennedy's. 

Off to spend some more time with some other friends. Hayley, and Tayler. Long overdue.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Candid

What does it mean to be too candid?
If you aren't overly aggressive, but you also aren't a doormat, then how are you too candid?

Something to think about, that will push me to realize that he isn't candid. It's really a shame.