| in touch weekly |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|10:37 am] |
-engaged in a bitter catfight with a young paparazza (far left), carlyn wutkee (right) threatens the photographer's life with a vintage alligator pump in santa monica.
tabloid shot circa october 2004
[for sir sasha] |
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| chiggin nuggetz |
[May. 1st, 2005|07:29 pm] |
collaged winter 2005
new home, new loves, new hobbies.
i want to live at the bird sanctuary & work on my inter-personal relationships from afar.
i am bracing myself for summer.
& i love my shitty bike. |
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| HEY HEY HEYYYY |
[Mar. 29th, 2005|01:15 am] |
JAMES HETFIELD HAS BEEN LEAVING VERY CREEPY NOTES ON MY BEDROOM DOOR. |
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| buoys |
[Mar. 20th, 2005|03:15 pm] |
NO SERIOUSLY WHO ARE THESE DUDES?!
p.s. most boring weekend of life.
p.p.s. vernal equinox, yes plz. |
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| rocket luncher |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|01:12 am] |
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i mightcould die before this season ends. |
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| tears to glass eyes |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|05:25 pm] |
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it is with the utmost joy that i announce that my weekend has been delightfully ensconced in favored vices and giggles in the igloo and hand-made clothing and leaving peacefully for the sake of beautiful visions, only to walk up a freshly blanched eternity to implore myself to do little more than burrow deeply into the delicious confines of creativity, to become enshrouded in the lukewarm chamber of craftmanship and terrible records on an awful turntable, and sometimes work/sometimes play.
i will never be in love with enough things!! |
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| basket casket |
[Jan. 13th, 2005|11:23 pm] |
regular solution: i look too new wave to ride a bike
p.s. lucifer jammed on the keyboard for me 2nite <3 |
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| half-moon |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|08:25 pm] |
p.s. i almost ran over three coyote pups 2ni+e!
p.p.s. nine days until shit gets crazy all up in the hampton roadszszs!
p.p.p.s. today cat-stevens-with-dreads whispered in my ear, "i just wanted to squeeze your ass so bad right now." THREE CHEERS FOR SKINTIGHT EARL JEANS!!! |
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| k j æ r l i g h e t |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|08:34 pm] |
seventeen days! seventeen days! seventeen days!
If anyone would like to fly or drive to Nashville and help me pack up all my crap so I can send it to my new home, please feel free to do so. I will feed you the finest local organic produce and supplement your diet with flower essences and chewable spirulina, and you may walk away with some hand-made clothing and/or picture books older than two of your lifespans for your dedication to my cause! I hate to be THAT GUY but I'm so cred-deficient that I'll be resorting to selling my clothing and shoes on here shortly: try to contain your excitement until then, mates, BECAUSE I CAN'T!! |
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| i live for danger |
[Sep. 30th, 2004|05:36 pm] |
 
Tomorrow is the first day of October, which marks the commencement of my much-anticipated MONTH OF ABUNDANT ASININITY. Within the dimensions of these next thirty-one days, I will: fly in three different aeroplanes to three different states; hug all ten of my siblings and their spouses and offspring, respectively, for the first time in over three years; be reunited with two of the most admired and flawless lovelies from my days among the strawberry fields; be the guest of honor at a vintage black-tie fondue party of amazingly bittersweet proportions hosted by my parallel-life paragon, Mrs. Rachel; pack up all my belongings [again] and relocate to the seaside villa of my home-away-from-away-from-home state; become reacquainted with the frenzy of fervor that coincides with being with your dear friends and YOUR SWEETEST LOVE after a summer of intolerable solitude; at long last experience the wonder of fated cosmic communion with my fresh-from-the-desert soul sister KEU; and best of all, my revered future room mate and boy wonder Dust Bunny and myself are starting a Carpenters cover band to pay rent on our penthouse abode, and I've already begun starving myself, popping Ex-Lax, and shopping for high-waisted slacks in the hopes of making a convincing Karen.
basically: I AM ELATED! |
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| "I'M JAMMING AWESOME LIKE RIGHT NOW" -D.M.P., c.2003 |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|12:34 am] |
happy gotdang birthday, mark tanner
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Today, September 16, 2004, is Daniel Matthew Permeator's 23rd birthday, and he deserves a heaping tablespoon of love from every inch of this undeserving planet. He is my oft-mentioned biscuit-lovin' surrogate cousin, my moon goddess, my BestFoodFriend, my Delti Phi brother, my partner on the overlook of Tinker Mountain, my C.J. Exclusive, my good fucking friend.
Mattie Mark, I sure love you, buddy.
THE PROPHECY MANIFESTS ITSELF IN T-SIX WEEKS: ROGER THAT! |
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| flotation and quotations |
[Aug. 25th, 2004|04:10 pm] |
-did you just blink?
-yes.
-i heard it through the pillowcase.
-it feels the same, and that's different for me.
-you are my home. |
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| believe it |
[Jul. 11th, 2004|07:33 pm] |
friends, exclusively. |
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| FLIP THE PATSY! |
[Jun. 27th, 2004|06:22 pm] |
It's true that I have a delightful new friend named Rachel, whom I found lost and alone Friday night in a dark K-Mart parking lot. So I did what any other respectable southern lady would do: I took her home for sweet tea and white nectarines!
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