Costumbres Argentinas

Listening to old tango songs reminds me of her. I feel closer to her. Feel as if we are not five thousand miles apart. I miss her terribly. The house is just a little more empty without her. The dogs, not as cheerful. The house, not as clean. My dad not as complete. I imagine her walking the streets of that beautiful city of my dreams. In that house I imagine in my head. Is it the same as I remembered? The windows open to let in wind, blowing the lace curtains, causing the light to fracture in between the little holes and loops of the lace. The walls a warm earthy sienna. The sound of cars driving past the complex just barely audible in the background. The loving chastising remarks of my grandmother, and my grandfathers equally as teasing quips coming from seperate parts of the house. Is she as loving with her as I, unabashedly, am with her? Is she as complete, but equally as incomplete as I am without her? Her with her mother, and me without mine? Is it as bittersweet as it is for me to be in this house without her? To be here, but not. She with her mother, but without us. She promised she would be less selfless. And I hope she kept-keeps, her promise. She deserves it.

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this is the best damn thing to ever happen to my thursday night. juiced up guys. check. unisex spray tan. check. hair poof. check. guidettes gettin socked in the face. check.
yah yah i know. its not nice. but damnit its funny as shit. my stance on this whole hitting women is a whole 'nother can of worms. it was uncalled for, yes. and he should get the asswhooping of a life time, courtosy of the guidos please. lets hope next thursday has that in store for me.

late nights in the darkroom

i have finally come out of hibernation. unwilling as it may have been. i am glad to finally be done with photo for the semester. love it as i may, four nights of staying up late, two of which were all-nighters is so fucking tiring. i was in such a daze afterwards, it was surreal. i was walking but i dont remember walking. i cooked but dont remember. i thought i legitimatly lost my id, bank card, and smartrip, but was in such a disconnected state i didnt even remember putting it in my drawer. it was just weird in general.

so....maybe im an internet whore after all...

recently i've been accused of whoring (the internet of course) (see previous post) and damnit i think that just may be true.
case in point: i was arguing about celebs with maz and audrina patridge and the hills crew comes up. and out my mouth comes: "oh dayum celing eyes? hate. meat curtain? tolerable. speidi? fuck them." and he says "well i dont know about the other internet references, but speidi is the only thing i recognize."
shit, i thought, im whoring the internet again....hahahaha.
so i've come to terms with it, and well, heres an update on all things internet/celebs.

amy adams preggo? LOVE IT. i love her. im happy for her and her lil bun in dee oven.

alexa ray joel attempted suicide. sad sad sad. more surprising? that BILLY JOEL had a daughter with CHRISTIE BRINKLEY. how did that happen??? i thought he was gay! i dunno what rock i must have been living under where i didnt know he had a kid, but really. billy joel and christie brinkley.

anyhow, on to the last topic of discussion: jon gosselin being in dc, mayjah downgrade for our city. god knows what awful things he's infested into our town. but lets hope he at least had the decency to stop by our local dc ed hardy store.



...just sayin...