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Tricia

My poop is black. But at least it is still coming out.

About Me

I cycle across that fine line; balance atop the axis; and dance along the seams. My brain functions through numbers vicariously through you, then into my soul. I still feel guilty - Only for neglecting myself.
Stop. Look. Listen. and Feel. Did you realize you never stopped? You changed.

My Interests

How my life as a number makes me more than a number, while still knowing that I'm just a number.

I'd like to meet:

Myself; Behind all the masks and in front of all the mirrors. The person I was yesterday, introduced by the person that I am today. Knowing, as the person that I am today, that I will be introduced to the person I will be tomorrow by someone I don't know. And only until this is done will I meet you. All I ask is for you to introduce me to yourself tomorrow as your friend of today.

Music:

Ben Folds (Five), Dance Hall Crashers, Atom and His Package, MTX, The Queers, Aquabats, 80's One-Hit-Wonders, Evanescence, Spice Girls, Ace Of Base, NKOTB, Bad Religion, Weezer, KGB, Bangles, Nerf Herder, Foo Fighters, Green Day, MxPx, The Hippos, Flogging Molly, The Vandals, Groovie Ghoulies; Whatever EDM I'm in the mood for.

Movies:

Waking Life, Office Space, Thirteen, Go, Fear and Loathing

Television:

Law and Order, SVU, Nick at Night, History(Nazi) Channel

Books:

Choke - Chuck Palahniuk; More, Now, Again - Elizabeth Wurtzle; The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

My Blog

Look Through Me.

Frames. They are the passageway to adulthood. Frame your college diploma. Frame your first customers' dollar. Is rain somehow a frame of the earth? Tell me. I am your subconscious recorder. The h...
Posted by Tricia on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 06:25:00 PST

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Here's something totally irrelevant to anyone but me. I have piles of folded and unfolded clothes overtop my unmade bed. Lying on top of a pile of unfolded shirts is an open notebook, incomplete with...
Posted by Tricia on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 01:16:00 PST

New Car

Weeeeeee! Estatic isn't even the word. Today was the first day in almost four months that I drove home alone. No one dropping me off, not worrying about having my dad's car back. Just me. Yesterday ...
Posted by Tricia on Sat, 31 Dec 2005 08:13:00 PST

Color Through Me

 Holy Cannary. Another blog. Not another day.For the first time in many years I decided to paint last night. I figured it was actually time to share some of it. * Right Click and Open Link in New...
Posted by Tricia on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 07:54:00 PST

From Riches to Rags

Sitting here. I paused to contemplate how I was going to start this legendary (or soon to be legendary) second blog. Instead I tilted my gaze over my right shoulder, out my window, to the gold plated ...
Posted by Tricia on Tue, 27 Dec 2005 01:45:00 PST

I Use the Words that I Love the Best.

Alright. Stop what you're doing cos I'm about to ruin the image and the style that you're used to. I am posting a blog! So I was snooping around my own room earlier today where I surprisingly found ...
Posted by Tricia on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 12:07:00 PST