tara subkoff for bebe. i might actually brave the mall!

chris ross

"now that we've settled that, give veronica my book and delete my
number."

their city

we hide
as their sidewalks crawl diseased
the ever-shopping hopping fleas
their engines hum the sun's reprise

we rise
to skies punctured with stars
she steers us through her dogpatch bars
a barback nods, he's one of ours

as they sleep
their city is awake and wide
their city is awake and wide
we're aching inside, aching
mistakes are waiting
take me for a ride

my blood finally thick enough to drive
marianne, last touch: 545
the highway's already alive
with the khakis teeming with caffeine
to coax the cursor cross the screen
the nervous tic-talking machine

all the lights go green
for me, lord legless, and my sacred rose tat queen
ah - my marianne
tell your old man
we're nothing
ah - my marianne
tell your old man we're nothing serious

from lower haight
to seacliff estates
sped past their finest
yet gave no chase
brought our feast
of mission grease
to freeze our tits off
on baker beach
we rolled back to polk (you rolled a smoke)
you killed the beams (and then i spoke)

marianne i'm half his age
and half the man
tell your old man
we're nothing serious

working is boring

music

blacklisted - heavier than heaven, lonelier than god
why? - alopecia
polar bear club - sometimes things just disappear
ghostface killah - the big doe rehab

5 years

addendum

to save his macbook air! mr. rose, computer geek usa.

what the fuck happened to charlie rose? why is he doing interviews with
a black eye?

!!!

portraits of past reunion in berkeley and sf!
my life is complete.

lebron james is on the cover of vogue magazine.

right now, i'm kinda over everything.

this week was weird, out of control, and awesome all wrapped into one
package i call my life. an old friend from LA spent the night last
saturday, had a major (and minor) breakdown, got drunk watching my
favorite band on thursday, had a romantic tryst with an actor from nyc
on friday (he wants me to come and stay with him in the BK), and
subsequently, due to the cumulative effects of these events, i decided
to pick a fight with my best friend at 5am last night, leaving him
wondering what the hell happened to me.

miss becca, hurry up! i don't think i can wait any longer.

sf is full of hippies

no joke. this is posted in the park next to my house.

i really just wanna live in nyc. right now.

i'm watching a new found glory dvd on my new home entertainment unit,
complete with 32" TV and a CD player that works.
i love this band. so much.

house where nobody lives by tom waits makes me cry every single time i
listen to it. yes, i'm aware i also cried when marisa cooper died, but
that is beside the point.