EVERYONE'S STUPID

someone had the best night of their little life last night. someone feels real sick. someones about to watch away with words, and miko now is 20. my old man J is no longer my old man J. dorothy's the real deal, shes following along to spain. we like to spoil each other. and spend all our money and eat at big boys for breakfast. my guts gone, according to arlo. we visited him around 11 this morning to seek some water and friendly advice. since he had no cash he was out of service. MY BELLY WANTS CHINESE FOOD.

why hello hello hello

hottie of the year- praxis uriarte!

im real good at air hockey. but asides from that im even better at taking pictures.



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todays special is HOT-- jump on in!

i have to take an ap test, im still a little drunk, like an asian an asian an asian.

this morning i spent half an hour damping my face with lavender aroma therapy. boy it feels good to pamper myself in front of the mirror,it's like eating twizzlers on the bus or steeling from a large man with a high tolerance to ignore me. if it was it would've been so good.

tonight will be the biggest night of my life. i have a brown dress and red shoes and my hair will exceed phenomenal value. tomorrow im going camping with the rocks. come with me, i've been wanting to have this kind of fun with you.

i've been waiting for the 23rd all may. also the 4th but the fourth is over and now praxis is 19. yesterday or 6 hours ago i took her around and got her cool stuff. you cant even imagine- c o o l. i want to be cool with everyone like a catch a fish. or that girl in the picture next to the red balloon. but she sucks, she's lonely. no lonely for me. i like my man to keep me sheltered, i like it when he buys me hats and tooth paste.

good morning beautiful babies!!

this sucks. portfolios are due in ten seconds and my head is missing. im eating corn pops and like pop rocks i have bombs in my mouth. i save the left over milk for my morning dosage of vitamin c pills and all akin.

you know what is boring? oil pastels. smudged on top of something you once found nice. temperature.means temper, means dont push it "i dont like my buttons being pushed." i have a big book in front of me. i have a little book in front of me. which should i touch first? the answer is in the kite runner. watch watch watch it!

eat me alive. i use to wonder what a hot dog was made out of. and now i don't.

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"when people are boring just spice things up"

in short i would have to never open another book and become really stupid. you know me better than anyone else. your name is kat.

my lead just captured you into a vortex. wheedle coax CAJOLE. I'm tugging on your sleeve and kissing your feet and pulling you fairly forward.

trampled on by another heat wave.

just finished watching the kite runner. maybe what i need is prayer. or something else, something that is far away, things that i don't see and have now. like a big yellow big large yellow the color yellow splashing all over me like I'm heating up in a microwave like I'm ready to be. yellow. my dad use to always do this thing, when he called me on the phone and he'd be far away. i had to imagine yellow when my eyes closed as i was almost laying asleep. before bed i would pray some hail marys and are fathers and another two which i don't know the names of. and sometimes i would ask god for good dreams. i would collide my prayers with the color yellow. and now when it goes on, I'm just scared. it probably is normal, its probably a sign of myself realizing the value in containing an empty tupper ware of air. and putting it in the fridge. and eating it tomorrow for dinner. when i think about my move to spain my leg cramps. or sometimes i feel really giddy like I'm ridding on a saddled horse minus the allergies. i can cry for everyone I'm leaving. not because they'll do the same or feel the emptiness in space, but because it underlines this awareness of time. the moving of the motion. its selfish, I'm selfish.

puzzle night beach head hard candy rock and roll.

all hyped up to sober up. today I'm not at school. last night i threw up everywhere and this morning circling around 5 i threw up again. I'm a notch away from decomposition. he said " if you cant describe something in words, our own people can't understand each other" if you can make an honest connection between someones shoes and the length of their stride you'll be able to realize the emptiness between life and mystery. fhewww that is incredible. i increasingly find myself repeating the word America when referring to everyone around me. i should be a coach or athletic director sport fitness for the olympics. i do like the colors red white and blue. and i do like the states floating below it. and i no longer like othello and i no longer watch the Flintstones or collect stones, but i remember playing barbie. that's why i was so taken ah back when i saw a barbie van on chestnut-- a life sized pink barbie van license plate titled: kenzie. i creamed my pants.

too much of everything can kill you like jack in the beanstock running from the big bad wolf.run from me and ill give you your moneys worth.

the greatest thing about having too much of something is openly highlighting the extra flavor with precision and color. it wins the game. you can see the temper growing with the greed and all its obscure crannies and the accessories that rise while bouncing alone. WELCOME WELCOME MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

potato head

im feeling generous

today we were suppose to play tennis and we could've but we didn't because i coudln't take it and it was everything you had to offer. i went to the gym and smoked some aces. phones on repeat a negative silent respirator. how boring. I'm so sorry. so sorry i couldn't take it. take on me. like a bizarre love triangle with everyone in your family. i read a couple emails, one stating this:

-fighting with you is merely necessary condition of our wild relationship.
and of course, it's only because i love you very very very very very much.
but, aquarabbit is slowly catching up.....despite being so Aqueous.
-sometimes people just want to have everything.
just remember I AM ENOUGH!
-you've got a cold cold heart.

after reading that i cried. i cried because i wished it was november 25. when i wasn't so close to leaving. I'm hoping for another 40 days but its looking more like a 30. solid.
if i hear one more word. one more peep stitching up something about anything unrelated. i swear. i swear that i don't know what I'll do.

maybe charge that phone. get ah going.

inflation bites: tough times ahead

Celery remains to be stationed as one of the twelve most contaminated fruits and vegetables on the market. Fresh organic celery is sold in whole foods for the price of 4.99. and I had a harrowing experience yesterday. It was my boyfriends fault. Do you know why because he didn’t do his regular extensive research. The question which should’ve been “did you get your card back babe?” in my defense, because of this, I lost five hundred negative dollars, and now I have no celery to chew.

“They are at such a level you expect the best from them, and if you don’t live up to it, people notice,” said Todd Hale, a senior vice president of consumer and shopper insights for Nielsen, the market research company. “Being first gives you a competitive advantage. But it also means somebody is going to follow you and catch up with you.”

its a good morning for a good day

a refl

to rephrase my letter of anger. jason did not get mad at me for answering my phone, and instead yelled at me for saying what what what in a repetitive motion.also he is the love of my life. even though we fight every second. today i broke up with him, and then realized it was dumb. again and again and again. also if your sending him post cards, stop telling him to go to spain to see you, if he decides to go to spain it will only be for me, got it gen???


love
carla

this wont make you feel good.

take a walk on the wild side

i use to love candy like the way i love men. now in the way i love a man. now in the way i hate hokus pokus and all that's related with clowns and boys.

these sturdy Tuesdays really kill me. with time to spare, i sleep away. i jump in the shower and roam around floor less. powerful. home alone.
there's nothing to look forward to.
on a day like this all i have is television.

i've got the itches.
there's a leak.

you you you

ok america, get ready for another friendly dosage of the latest me.
it'll be better this time because i have much to say.

today i ate a chicago deep dish pizza. little did i know. the sauce sits relaxing right on the cheese, as the cheese is right on the sauce. its layers contagiously erupting. shhh it's a secret.
talk about seep dish. talk about heaven.

i can almost eat cereal, but I'm too afraid to go up stairs.
tony's aunt is in.
and i lack the knack for conversation.

the big P is coming up soon. i'm getting really excited. I'm not crazy, I'm keeping it casual. like hot dress socks with colored stripes. like the man i saw today. he got on at castro and looked 49. sitting. showing socks. paired with shoes. and a royal blue neck tie. i couldn't stop looking. i could've turned gay.