sweet like a champion.

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 18:49:56 GMT

Alright, alright, I know I do this too often, but I don't want this journal anymore.

I've made a new one to which I'm only going to add a few people, because I've realized I always end up writing more personal things than I mean to, and then later it ends up not going so well.

So, my new journal is mouth_wooed_her but it's going to be on a much smaller scale, so....that's it. Feel free to add my new journal, because there may be some public entries, but I'm only going to be adding a few people back as of now.

Thanks for the good times, guys!

Birthday post! (All photo credits to J. Shuman)

Tue, 23 May 2006 04:29:09 GMT

She's only 18
Don't like the Rolling Stones
She took a short cut
To being fully grown

Yesterday, I woke up and really felt older.
Yesterday was big and cloudy and gray, but I don't think I've ever felt more clear headed.
Yesterday, I became Stephanie 2.0?

Driving down the 134, I made a conscious decision that I am happy with my life, smoking my Japanese cigarettes (Thanks, Maggy) and listening to Lou Reed. I'm perfectly eighteen in the kind of way that cannot be faked or revisited later. And it's so good.

I know that I need to write something about yesterday, not anything big, just clear and documented, so that later I can remember how I felt on May 21, 2006. And also on May 22, because today was really just as important as yesterday.

Yesterday was Rita Flora, and How To books and underwear with snaps, clasps and bows, and Polariods and pearl earrings and dirty mags and a lot of cigarettes and Lottery tickets and shiny compact mirrors and sweet/ingenious books and rosewater saffron ice cream and surprise flowers and little summer clothes and frisbee and my little Elsa (and Olivia!)...
And my red-mouthed goddess girl and Trevor (and Nguyen!) and the sweetest couple ever (Lex and Daniel, that would be you) and surprise guests and love notes and lots of pink cheeked people on damp grass.

Oh and it was driving home over Coldwater Cyn, listening to the Not So Suble 06 Mix with Luke and Jackie. There are no two people I would rather be with when driving over the canyon on a rainy day with the windows down.
And later it was Nate and I sitting in my bedroom with brownie mix and old photos, talking about today and tomorrow and New York (and last year's portrait).
And very lastly, it was a grownup goodbye at the airport while the rain catapulted itself onto my windshield (and left me alone with three sweet syllables).

I can't seem to form any cohesive thoughts right now, and it's really frustrating, but
I like my life.

Dancing barefoot and good things.

Thu, 04 May 2006 00:36:41 GMT

Day 1:

Day 2:

I changed.

Hahaha @ my face.

Incredible weekend.

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 22:22:28 GMT

Be gentle with me.

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 00:07:08 GMT

Portraits:

Home:

Color:

Love,

John Winston Ono Lennon (October 9, 1940 – December 8, 1980)

Fri, 09 Dec 2005 07:41:07 GMT

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

Oh, hello! Beauxdeux speaking...

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 08:31:03 GMT

Welcome friends.

This will be the only public entry on this journal.

I hope it meets an end less tragic than the last.

Please comment here to be added.

Rah, okay, after attempts at adding everyone on my old list, I realized how fucking fruitless it was.
You all need to add me if you want to be my friend on this new journal, and if I don't want you lurker I just won't add you back.

Tiiight.

p.s. Oh my god, I will kiss somebody's feet if they make me a layout.