Thursday
Sunday
That secret that you keep.
That secret that you knew but don't know how to tell. It fucks with your honor and it teases your head. But you know that it's good girl. 'Cause its running you with red. Then the snow started falling. We were stuck out in your car. You were rubbing both of my hands. Chewing on a candy bar. You said, ain't this just like the present to be showing up like this? As a moon waned to crescent, we started to kiss. And I said I know it well. That secret that we know that we don't know how to tell.
I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks.
What's that noise up the stairs, babe?I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks.
Is that Christmas morning creaks?
I got an iphone.
So, I finally got an iphone. I don't have much to say about it because i'm not in the typing mood but generally...I think it is the most awesome thing invented and I'm mad I was clouded by staying faithful to Blackberry. does Blackberry care about me? I don't think so. Blackberry's aren't people, they don't give a fuck. So....now I have to relearn everything about the apple interface. I don't mind. It was worth the 163 investment.
Love.
Love.
Wednesday
My etsy shop!
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Tuesday
Monday
Lana Del Rey the Goddess : American
You make me crazy, you make me wild. Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child. Your skin so gold and brown. Be young, be dope, be proud.
Saturday
Friday
Time to Pretend
I'm Feeling rough I'm Feeling raw I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
Wednesday
the beautiful and the damned.
“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
Monday
Only if for a night.
And I heard your voice, as clear as day. You told me, I should concentrate. It as all so strange, and so surreal, that a ghost should be so practical.
Sunday
Some type of way.
I feel a certain way while sitting at this desk. Man, do I churn away at these thoughts.. Most of the time, it seems impossible to shut down my mind. I've been working all day, photographing, listing, promoting...but the need to write infiltrated everything I did so eventually, after 9 hours of contemplation, I had to sit down and just write whatever it is that I'm thinking.
Weird, contemplative, confused, conflicted, desperate; combination of those emotions has possessed me for a while. I've assembled a plan for which I'm hoping to get what I've been non-stop thinking about. Sometimes, it's like suppressing an overflowing dam to keep all of this in, and I admit, I half way fall apart of the days when it's close to unbearable...those are the days when I use the secondary negative emotions i'm feelings to envelope the ones I can't reveal yet.
5 years.
Ambiguity is my forte, so I suppose, not a soul could even begin to guess what I'm saying here.
It just sucks, a lot.
Often times, karma seems to be real. Or perhaps I create it for myself. Maybe it was created for us to blame an external factor in our misfortunes...which in fact, really isn't external at all. We're supposed to blame our selves for the things that have happened to us, post the initial event which has posed as the catalyst to the secondary event. Well, I do blame myself, because I am truly to blame. People always preach of living for the future, and letting go of the past when it clearly cannot be retrieved or relived. Well, i refuse to accept that. What if it can? I think it can, and that's what i'm going to do because I can't accept life without the goodness which I'm aware is present, but not near enough to me.
Weird, contemplative, confused, conflicted, desperate; combination of those emotions has possessed me for a while. I've assembled a plan for which I'm hoping to get what I've been non-stop thinking about. Sometimes, it's like suppressing an overflowing dam to keep all of this in, and I admit, I half way fall apart of the days when it's close to unbearable...those are the days when I use the secondary negative emotions i'm feelings to envelope the ones I can't reveal yet.
5 years.
Ambiguity is my forte, so I suppose, not a soul could even begin to guess what I'm saying here.
It just sucks, a lot.
Often times, karma seems to be real. Or perhaps I create it for myself. Maybe it was created for us to blame an external factor in our misfortunes...which in fact, really isn't external at all. We're supposed to blame our selves for the things that have happened to us, post the initial event which has posed as the catalyst to the secondary event. Well, I do blame myself, because I am truly to blame. People always preach of living for the future, and letting go of the past when it clearly cannot be retrieved or relived. Well, i refuse to accept that. What if it can? I think it can, and that's what i'm going to do because I can't accept life without the goodness which I'm aware is present, but not near enough to me.
Saturday
what nobody wants.
"People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown."
A quote my best friend Vanessa said.
A quote my best friend Vanessa said.
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home
This song makes me happy and it reminds me of the best year of my life.
Friday
Plato's Symposium
"According to Greek mythology, humans were born with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with 2 faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives finding their other halves." - Plato's Symposium
Individualists -- Erich Fromm
Most people are not even aware of their need to conform. They live under the illusion that they follow their own ideas and inclinations, that they are individualists that they have arrived at their opinions as the result of their own thinking--and that it just happens that their ideas are the same as those of the majority.
wisdom
Man of all ages and cultures is
confronted with the solution of one and the same question: the
question of how to overcome separateness, how to achieve union, how
to transcend one's own individual life and find at-atonement. The
question is the same for primitive man in caves, for nomadic man
taking care of his flocks, for the peasant in Egypt, the Phoenician
trader, the Roman soldier, the medieval monk, the Japanese samurai,
the modern clerk and factory hand.
The question can be answered by animal
worship, by human sacrifice or military conquest, by indulgence in
luxury, by ascetic renunciation, by obsessional work, by artistic
creation, by the love of God, by artistic creation and by the love of Man.
It becomes a desperate attempt to
escape the anxiety engendered by separateness, and it results in an
ever increasing sense of separateness, since the sexual act without
love never bridges the gap between two human beings, except
momentarily.
Tuesday
Monday
Thursday
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
Friday
Wednesday
Documentations of my life.
I had a very different life when I started writing this blog. I made the mistake of deleting posts that were relevant to my past life out of anger and bitterness.. certainly shouldn't have have done that. When I was a young teenager, I set out to document and remember the timeline of my line in the form of writing, as ambiguous and mysterious as it is, as well as photographs which I've definitely succeeded in, so far.
The act of actually going to particular posts, and henceforth deleting them is such a horrifyingly violent act... I get angrier at myself just thinking that I dared do such a thing. It's equivalent to removing those memories and permanently discarding of them... the words I wrote in those moments, at the height of my feelings towards whatever was going on at the time... to actively make the disappear is just so awful. I wish I had never done that.
I wrote something terribly brilliant on the train back to Queens in late January of 2009, I was at the height of something great in my life and I luckily had my laptop with me so i proceeded to write down exactly how I felt towards certain things in my life at that moment. It was incredibly. I wrote the greatest thing I could ever remember to come out of my mind. I wish I could remember what I wrote.
For a further explanation: the reason for my wanting to document my life is that I tend to forget things easily, not purposefully... it's just, my mind seems to be a sieve and I could never understand why but alas, I found a remedy... a reason for my wanting to document things. So I can reread them, so I can look at the photographs, and thus recall what had happened on that day. This is my mechanism, my found method... and I'm sure millions of people do the same thing. This works for me, and I see no fault in it.
The act of actually going to particular posts, and henceforth deleting them is such a horrifyingly violent act... I get angrier at myself just thinking that I dared do such a thing. It's equivalent to removing those memories and permanently discarding of them... the words I wrote in those moments, at the height of my feelings towards whatever was going on at the time... to actively make the disappear is just so awful. I wish I had never done that.
I wrote something terribly brilliant on the train back to Queens in late January of 2009, I was at the height of something great in my life and I luckily had my laptop with me so i proceeded to write down exactly how I felt towards certain things in my life at that moment. It was incredibly. I wrote the greatest thing I could ever remember to come out of my mind. I wish I could remember what I wrote.
For a further explanation: the reason for my wanting to document my life is that I tend to forget things easily, not purposefully... it's just, my mind seems to be a sieve and I could never understand why but alas, I found a remedy... a reason for my wanting to document things. So I can reread them, so I can look at the photographs, and thus recall what had happened on that day. This is my mechanism, my found method... and I'm sure millions of people do the same thing. This works for me, and I see no fault in it.
desires and actions
A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.
How strange it is to be anything at all.
An observation
I think the only reason people hold on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that don't really change when everybody else does.
Tuesday
Sunday
a solid truth.
if you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you,
then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with.
Lana Del Rey, my recent obsession. She is a goddess.
then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with.
Lana Del Rey, my recent obsession. She is a goddess.
Friday
Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot (LIVE HD)
And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone.
Wednesday
I was always an unusual girl.
I was in the winter of my life…and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless road toward and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me…and my only real happy times. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But a plan and a series of unfortunate events saw those dreams dash and divide like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind it because I knew that, that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it, to know what true freedom is.
And when the people I used to know found out what I’d been doing, how I’d been living…they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people…for a home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just a hint of indecisiveness that was just as wide and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying…because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
And when the people I used to know found out what I’d been doing, how I’d been living…they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people…for a home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just a hint of indecisiveness that was just as wide and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying…because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Sunday
The whole problem with the world...
Saturday
Monday
Sunday
Friday
Etsy Vintage
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Love,
Me
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Love,
Me
Goodbye Forever
The topics of weed and whether it should be legalized, how it affects the mind and body and its possibly medical benefits are never ending and so I'd rather not discuss them, this isn't politics, I don't want to get into a virtual yelling match over a green plant growing from the land we all are blessed to live on.
Regardless, we can all admit that our OPINIONS tend to stem from EXPERIENCES, right? Well, here's my experience in a short summary:
I started it solely for one reason which is actually stated below in the first quote, I wanted to jive with and impress people/persons with how earthy and open I was, I felt the strong need to open up and we all know weed to be sort of a truth serum, right? Yeah, well, it backfired. I became addicted to the world I warped to when I felt the instant high hit, the person I became but never really was eventually morphed into this second pseudo-reality I felt to be so genuinely real. At first, it was great... I had FINALLY found something to ease the subtle but consistent pain I felt my entire life, to make me forget, to allow me to actively suppress all the things I wished to erase, to put me in a state of peace, to keep me physically still with a mind working passively to filter out all the negativity to leave behind just simple joy...
But then, the toxicity of it became real. I noticed that I became paranoid, I felt blue more and more frequently even though I used it to take away that very feeling, anxiousness and insomnia kicked in... symptoms I thought I had BEFORE starting my love affair with weed but really, I had only just created them when I began hitting the pipe.
The very problems I had wanted so desperately for it to remedy, it itself caused them. How awful of a thing is that to realize, and how wonderful is it to know that something can actually be done to fix it?
Well, for the past few months, I had wanted to stop, but I suppose not enough because every night I would end up doing the same thing before bed....but one night, one particular night when I had had a sort of epiphany, when I didn't want you anymore...you...both of you, when the moment of sheer disgust with myself and all that I've brought upon me.... I knew I had to stop.
I've lost years of my education,
I've lost friends,
I've lost love,
I've lost money,
I've lost a job,
I've lost some respect,
I've lost some internal balance,
I've lost some sanity.
All of which I've brought upon myself, aware of my actions at the moment, but not aware of the repercussions. Oh how foolish of me, can I forgive myself? I can, I must, life cannot be lived I cannot say sorry to me and i turn accept the apology with open arms. I know there's more I have to let go of, I'll do it soon. That must end as well. That which has brought me to the beginning of this, and the end of this.
This is not say that weed still hasn't permitted me to see beauty as I've never seen it. Thank you for that, weed, thank you, or beautiful greenery of Mother Earth... forever I will be appreciate for that.. but it's time I let you go.
Goodbye forever.
"I’m inclined to think we were all using you because we were slightly uncomfortable with ourselves and didn’t want to bother enduring that, especially in the company of others we wanted to impress and jive with."
"I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful, because you instill a beautiful facet of ritual in a world grossly devoid of lasting meaning. And that’s something we should all pause to contemplate and hopefully correct, by (almost) any means necessary."
"you’re a crutch, you’re a tool, you’re a middle man to a core that I can’t afford to access indirectly anymore. On the bright side, you’ve taught me how to spot a crutch (under whatever many guises they come in) and now, in your wake, I’ve learned about their repercussions."
"Don’t be mad but you know the gem we gain with you can’t actually be had without hard work and dedication when sober. You’re a cheat code. You’re a giant, quantum leap forward. But without you, after you’re gone, you’re a double quantum dip backwards. And not all your fans get this I guess, and it’s because they stay with you."
"And I think you’re proud, I think your whole charm is that you give of yourself and secrets of the universe so lovingly with the hope that we’ll walk away glimpsing the myriad possibilities and then go do it for ourselves. You’re the answer key in the back of the book, the teacher’s copy of the book. The best way to learn is to teach. Now that you’ve taught me, I’m going out there to find out what it is that you must be learning.
See you on the other side."
Me.
Monday
Goodbye to marijuana.
I have quit marijuana. I have left it behind, and let it perish as I rise above the flames.
You've been a good friend, you've showed me things I know I would have never had the opportunity to have experience...but you have become a vice that damages more than it heals.
Goodbye.
You've been a good friend, you've showed me things I know I would have never had the opportunity to have experience...but you have become a vice that damages more than it heals.
Goodbye.
For all but one.
I'm tired, and fed up, and disgusted, and sad, and disappointed all at once. I didn't think I'd have the capacity to reach this point, but I have, and in more ways than not, I'm glad I feel this.
My heartbeat shoots through to over 150 as I read and see things that I've seen repeatedly for years and yet, I'm managed to actively suppress the and in turn, saturate my mind with what I want it to think but not what it should be thinking. The truth peeked out, like a kitten slowly creeping from behind my bed... but when I spot, it hides into a place I can't seem to retrieve... so i just go on into the darkness, dimly aware of where I'm going, more so lost, occasionally slamming into walls. What have I done to myself? What have I done to what I've firmly believe before this? Destroyed it, discarded of it, and lost it.
I go through moments of strength, fear, sureness, doubt, confusion, sadness, anger, disgust... I just want to stick with one but it just isn't seem to be working out so I mid as well just go with what I know I have to do.
I wish it wouldn't have to be this way. I wish I could've proven the fact of it wrong, I wish it could have resulted into something eternal.
I'm sorry that it's ruined, I'm sorry you let it perish.You must live with your mistakes and what you are bound to lose.
It is toxic beyond any chemical classification.
My heartbeat shoots through to over 150 as I read and see things that I've seen repeatedly for years and yet, I'm managed to actively suppress the and in turn, saturate my mind with what I want it to think but not what it should be thinking. The truth peeked out, like a kitten slowly creeping from behind my bed... but when I spot, it hides into a place I can't seem to retrieve... so i just go on into the darkness, dimly aware of where I'm going, more so lost, occasionally slamming into walls. What have I done to myself? What have I done to what I've firmly believe before this? Destroyed it, discarded of it, and lost it.
I go through moments of strength, fear, sureness, doubt, confusion, sadness, anger, disgust... I just want to stick with one but it just isn't seem to be working out so I mid as well just go with what I know I have to do.
I wish it wouldn't have to be this way. I wish I could've proven the fact of it wrong, I wish it could have resulted into something eternal.
I'm sorry that it's ruined, I'm sorry you let it perish.You must live with your mistakes and what you are bound to lose.
It is toxic beyond any chemical classification.
Sunday
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My new etsy shoppe! Over 300 vintage items up for sale! Enjoy :)
Oh, And like my North Starr Facebook page, please!
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Wednesday
Tuesday
Sunday
Humanity and its perils
Humanity.
I don't know what to think of it anymore.
How do people walk around, lying, sinning, doing wrong to people they should love. How do they live with themselves? How do they face people? How do they sleep soundly?
I see, observe and experience so much wrong doing, and yet, I let it happen. I'm not saying I haven't sinned, i'm not saying I haven't lied or hurt another... and there isn't any excuse for my sins. I have not spoken of some and I will take them to my grave in hopes of the Gods' forgiveness. But after experiencing such horrible things, I've come to realize that after a decision has been made to do wrong, things change, events and people are perceived differently.
I don't know what to think of it anymore.
How do people walk around, lying, sinning, doing wrong to people they should love. How do they live with themselves? How do they face people? How do they sleep soundly?
I see, observe and experience so much wrong doing, and yet, I let it happen. I'm not saying I haven't sinned, i'm not saying I haven't lied or hurt another... and there isn't any excuse for my sins. I have not spoken of some and I will take them to my grave in hopes of the Gods' forgiveness. But after experiencing such horrible things, I've come to realize that after a decision has been made to do wrong, things change, events and people are perceived differently.
Tuesday
Saturday
Beauty
http://www.olafureliasson.net/works/beauty.html
Look at this beautiful piece of work. It is my favorite in existence.
Look at this beautiful piece of work. It is my favorite in existence.
Sunday
Something
Something about this photo is just spectacular and exceptionally beautiful. I don't know if she's posing if it's candid, either way...it's a perfect photograph that captures the glory of the moment. That one, small, seemingly non-existent millisecond when this photo was captured, it exists in this photo and it's just incredible.
Tuesday
dawned
It just came to me
aaliyah and left eye were plotted
it can't be that both of them, so young, are gone around the same time.
aaliyah and left eye were plotted
it can't be that both of them, so young, are gone around the same time.
Sunday
My online vintage shoppe!! > http://stores.ebay.com/TheVintageShoppeNY
Hey Guys!
I started an online ebay store with tons of vintage items i'm selling. I constatly update and add items so sign up to my newsletter which is bi-weekly.
I model all my clothes. It's super fun and so worthwhile. The link is below. I'm working on a blog where i could sell them as well.
hope you enjoy!
http://stores.ebay.com/TheVintageShoppeNY
I started an online ebay store with tons of vintage items i'm selling. I constatly update and add items so sign up to my newsletter which is bi-weekly.
I model all my clothes. It's super fun and so worthwhile. The link is below. I'm working on a blog where i could sell them as well.
hope you enjoy!
http://stores.ebay.com/TheVintageShoppeNY
Saturday
The 90's era.
10 Things 90s Kids Will Have To Explain To Their Children
I found this.
While most things we experienced as tots in that headiest of eras seems pretty self-explanatory (plaid was everywhere, Leonardo DiCaprio was the molten ball of light around which the solar system turned, and there was no color too bright for your sweatpants) there are some things that will be a bit harder to explain. Here, a primer for when your future children want to know what the hell you were doing with your boxy, multicolored electronics.
While most things we experienced as tots in that headiest of eras seems pretty self-explanatory (plaid was everywhere, Leonardo DiCaprio was the molten ball of light around which the solar system turned, and there was no color too bright for your sweatpants) there are some things that will be a bit harder to explain. Here, a primer for when your future children want to know what the hell you were doing with your boxy, multicolored electronics.
1. Topanga was at some point in human history considered not only a legitimate first name for a human being, but the kind of name that would inspire in malleable teenage boys a life-long infatuation. Topanga, in our day, was leading lady name-material. Topanga (pronounced Tah-payne-ga, for those who will have only ever seen in it written down) is the name of the quintessential girl-next-door who will live, along with Feeney, in our hearts forever.
2. At some point, we carried around little plastic eggs with tiny screens on them — in these screens lived our hearts, our pets, our raison d’etre, our very own Tamagotchi. We loved them, we listened to their tiny electronic screams of malnourishment, and we occasionally forgot to pick up their poop for long enough that they died a tortured, poop-filled death. They were perhaps our first foray into the life-consuming world of electronics and self-absorption, later to be fully manifested by Facebook.
3. The black Power Ranger was black and the yellow Power Ranger was Asian because…we were so completely ahead of our time and beyond the capacity to even think in terms of something as inconsequential as race that… uh… I don’t know. Casting directors were racist in the nineties.
4. Long before he was spending his days foisting his mediocre children on us, Will Smith was actually the perfect human specimen. He also undoubtedly holds some world record for saving the world the most times while simultaneously delivering flawless catchphrases and giving cool guy nods to the camera. The Men In Black rap song, at the time, was created and received by the public without the slightest trace of irony. Really. He was that good.
5. In some inevitable shift of the time-space continuum in which James Cameron continues to rob humanity of all that is good and sacred in this world, Fern Gully will be known as that movie that ripped off Avatar. It will be up to us to crusade for what is right. It is up to us to explain that Fern Gully was not only a predecessor to Avatar, but far better, in that it contained both Tim Curry as a singing pile of molasses and Robin Williams rapping about animal testing in the pharmaceutical industry. (As a side note, if you have not recently listened to the full lyrics of the “Batty Rap,” I recommend you do, as they are horrifying.)
6. A neighborhood boy who completely disregards your family and puts a ladder directly under the teenage girl’s window to climb up at his discretion is not only acceptable, it’s charming. It’s the kind of stuff that would make said family take the ladder boy under their wing and into their heart. The nineties were a simpler time, one where we didn’t have to worry about things like breaking and entering. Clarissa today would have steel bars on the inside of her window and her father would continually remind her that the next-door boy with his ladder and his touchy hands have no place in his household.
7. Though on the surface, they are the exact same thing in every conceivable way, whether you liked The Backstreet Boys or N*SYNC said more about your character than all of the terrible macaroni art you could ever make for your child psychologist. Essentially, liking *NSYNC meant you liked Justin Timberlake, as he was clearly the Seabiscuit in that race from the get-go. You even liked him with his terrible, icy-blond mini-fro. Liking the Backstreet Boys gave you a bit more of a cultured palate, as there was no clear Diana in those Supremes. Nick was kind of the wholesome, if northern-Florida-redneck safe choice (save for his humiliating younger brother, Aaron). Brian was the shy, sensitive type. AJ was the hottt, dangerous meth addict. Kevin Richardson was mute with sexy, sculpted facial hair. No one liked Howie. Choosing between the two groups was like choosing between two beloved children, but once that line was crossed–there was no going back.
8. “I wanna really really really wanna zig a zig ahh,” has a meaning, and all true nineties kids know it, but we must never share it. Like the Illuminati, it must remain between us, the keyholders. With great power comes great responsibility.
9. Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow.
10. Incredibly depressing women in Indiana covered in cats and glass figurines they buy at The Hallmark Store used to troll the web 1.0 to invest thousands of dollars in tiny stuffed animals filled with plastic beans. That happened. Beanie Babies were not just significant, they were the first example most of us had of envy, greed, and wrath. If someone messed up that little heart-shaped Ty tag, so help you God, that was the end of whatever contact you had with that monster of a human being. That tag-less Beanie Baby was now trash, and you had to deal with the consequence. It was at that moment, that de-valued Beanie Baby moment, that most of us accepted the truth… we’ll never have nice things.Thursday
Monday
Hey Guys!!!! I have plenty more on sale now!!
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825297016?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824836489?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824840134?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824842814?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824843998?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824844911?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824845548?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824860448?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825067287?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825068949?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825140287?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825158739?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825292203?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825293384?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824836489?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824840134?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824842814?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824843998?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824844911?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824845548?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110824860448?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/1
10825067287?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825068949?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825140287?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825158739?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825292203?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/110825293384?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
Sunday
I'm Selling some wonderful things!!!!
Hey Guys!!!!
I'm diving into the vintage industry! Check out some of my items for sale, many many many many maaaany more to come!
http://www.ebay.com/itm/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=110824840134&_trksid=p2992.m753
http://www.ebay.com/itm/4-VINTAGE-blouses-4-VINTAGE-dresses-/110824842814?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290875542305224669
http://www.ebay.com/itm/VINTAGE-Super-Soft-Brown-Fur-Coat-/110824863766?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290880281801635740
http://www.ebay.com/itm/VINTAGE-White-Fur-Coat-/110824862745?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290885302081269600
http://www.ebay.com/itm/WOMENS-Multi-colored-VINTAGE-Fur-Coat-/110824868157?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290888489482572974
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Beautiful-VINTAGE-Beige-Fur-Leather-Coat-/110824865021?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290891882774780070
...Just a couple of hundreds to come. Any suggestions, let me know. Thanks :)
I'm diving into the vintage industry! Check out some of my items for sale, many many many many maaaany more to come!
http://www.ebay.com/itm/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=110824840134&_trksid=p2992.m753
http://www.ebay.com/itm/4-VINTAGE-blouses-4-VINTAGE-dresses-/110824842814?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290875542305224669
http://www.ebay.com/itm/VINTAGE-Super-Soft-Brown-Fur-Coat-/110824863766?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290880281801635740
http://www.ebay.com/itm/VINTAGE-White-Fur-Coat-/110824862745?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290885302081269600
http://www.ebay.com/itm/WOMENS-Multi-colored-VINTAGE-Fur-Coat-/110824868157?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290888489482572974
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Beautiful-VINTAGE-Beige-Fur-Leather-Coat-/110824865021?_trksid=p4340.m444&_trkparms=algo%3DPI.WATCH%252BCRX%26its%3DC%252BS%26itu%3DUCC%252BSI%252BUA%252BLM%252BLA%26otn%3D15%26po%3D%26ps%3D63%26clkid%3D6290891882774780070
...Just a couple of hundreds to come. Any suggestions, let me know. Thanks :)
Thursday
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