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About Me

i have mastered the samurai art of making osso bucco. i draw awesome stick figures. i am currently reading herzog by saul bellow. i might go on a tour of spain in a van that someone turned into a camera. a nugget of wisdom: never trust people whose close personal friends include a) high class prostitutes b) black-net-shirt-wearing men who drive austrian plate convertibles and give away old mercedes benzes to show their appreciation c) people who are rumored to have killed other people and d) balkan show biz stars

My Interests

i like it when you say your name over and over and over until it makes no sense. i find that extremely interesting. why the hell does that happen anyway? i also like walking around wearing dark sunglasses (regardless fo whether the sun is shining or not) because i feel invisible enough to stare. i don't think that counts exactly as "interests", i think i misunderstood the assignment... i confess to dork-dom: i play online boggle when i can't find anyone to hang out with.

I'd like to meet:

a beatle, or if unavailable, captain von trapp

My Blog

masaya

tendría que estar trabajando pero me la suda un poco. es domingo. fue lo que fue, o ¿qué fue exactamente? cosas que no se dicen y conversaciones sobre sábanas que compramos juntos y que estrené ta...
Posted by Clara on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:55:00 PST

packing sucks, i'd rather bitch

Don't you just fucking hate it when you sleep with someone you know you don't really give a flying rat's ass about, but then know so well that when you're lying next to each other you feel it's like&n...
Posted by Clara on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 02:43:00 PST

curiosamente, no me dueles

encontré un casette viejo, y lo puse a rodar. la música era una mierda, pero los recuerdos, melosos, caían como lluvia pesada, de monzón, en una isla blanca y turquesa vestida de verano en marzo. de l...
Posted by Clara on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 03:06:00 PST

nova iorque

i have a series of photos of myself in front of important new york monuments. i swung the camera around, stretched my arm out as far as it would go and wondered if i looked as ridiculous as i felt. bu...
Posted by Clara on Thu, 25 Aug 2005 09:16:00 PST

fucking cold out in barcelona

but if you walk fast enough and the club you left behind was sweaty enough, the hour-long walk home isn't so bad. the best part is you get to replay old conversations and play out ones you've never ha...
Posted by Clara on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

trying to get some work done but wishing i were asleep instead

just when you think the air can't get any thicker it turns into battery acid and makes your nose burn before it gets to your lungs. sleep is for the weak and blessed are the meek and all that jazz and...
Posted by Clara on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

driving to work on a sunday morning on an empty freeway

it smells like coconuts in here and my hair is old coconut husk oil copra coloured cloud of pillow and you. slap some pants on, pour yourself into shoes like coffee. and it's all about chemistry, runn...
Posted by Clara on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

tagalog and coffee, café l'opera

there i was minding my own coffee and my own business when they walked in. one of them sat beside me, the other one across. and as they spoke, i couldn't concentrate on my soggy napkin, soaked with bl...
Posted by Clara on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST