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M is for Mazarine

About Me

I'm that girl who turns around and starts talking to the people behind her in line. And I'm that girl who eventually gets her phone number put into their phone as Irish Pirate Wench. Not because we will ever talk again, but because its cool to have a number in your phone to go along with that title. I'm the girl who calls at 1am the night before Finals, and gets everyone to meet in the Walgreens parking lot, so we can pile into the back of a pick up and watch a meteor shower. My phone is always on at 3am, and I am totally willing to have discussions about important life topics. Such as stars. And whether or not Clockwork Orange is, infact, the penultimate cinematic. I will stop all conversation to listen to the sound of rain on a tin roof. And I never sleep better than when its raining in general. My injuries often attain legendary status, and I've been known to charge upwards of a dollar for a peek. I read all the time. Pretty much anything that gets put in my hands. And I am not above going to B&N and reading it there. For free. I sing to myself, and the radio, and the computer, and anyone around me. If you want to kidnap me, tell me we're going to the Ocean. Or the Mountains. Or anywhere wild, really. I was once given an EMS hat on the T, in return for a story. I have an abundance of animals. Horses, cows, birds, cats, dogs, etc. I am a meatatarian. If you are someone who thinks meat tastes like murder, we can still be friends. But murder tastes delicious. I really like corsets. and boots. Show me a place where i can wear both, and I will smile largely. Then again, I smile pretty much all the time. And laugh. I've spent a pretty huge percent of my life laughing.

My Blog

favorite covers

one of my favorite covers
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 18:13:00 GMT

moths

Mouthless, there are no distractions A moth is always                    Only        &...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 22:06:00 GMT

Time

Somedays time starts to pile up around you.  In stacks on the floor, and piles in the corners. All your old wishes and hopes and dreams and those goddamn somedays.  Just waiting.  But w...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 07:52:00 GMT

Moon

"and when my soul is blinded to that of another, by my own pettiness and need and greed and sorrow, i look to the stars and moon. For there is where i will find contentment. The music of the moon fill...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 22:20:00 GMT

its always the wrong time

"It's probably the wrong time to tell you this. But, um, well, maybe it's the perfect time. I realize how incredibly confusing things are between us right now. I can't even begin to explain our relati...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 10:20:00 GMT

sunrise

Well you know I love to listen To the sunrise Listen to it spout all those pretty lies And if you wondered why I never believed a word youd say Maybe Id just heard them all before   If Im lucky, ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 21:21:00 GMT

Crazy

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mindThere was something so pleasant about that place.Even your emotions had an echoIn so much spaceAnd when you're out thereWithout care,Yeah, I ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 08:25:00 GMT

Men and Mascara

Sunday dress hangin' on the bedroom door; Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor. Last night, he said she was the one: Oh, but men an' mascara always run. Did I give my love too soon or wait too l...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 06:42:00 GMT

E.S.

I understand that you learn from the hard stuff in life etc etc etc, but can I PLEASE have an eternal sunshine moment? I'd like to just forget certain things. It would make everything so much easier. ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 10:12:00 GMT

memorium

As I sit and focus Seeking something, solitude, sentience I see that in my memories There is me-yet I am gone That person lasting no Longer than a second A substitute for one whos Seen hours, days, y...
Posted by on Mon, 01 May 2006 19:39:00 GMT