Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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.
-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.
Monday, May 12, 2008
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.”
“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.”
Friday, May 09, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
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
love
carla
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
refreshingly filliing the old world's bustle
what is it what is it.
the barrier of undeniable truths. my paper is in "finito"
this is my first ex hale. already I've attempted to rekindle my lost romance with my slamming "geee-- tar" following its chords, already i feel slamming.
ma found a Heineken in the fridge, as is, it was funny when she said we don't drink that here. i dont know who it was, but if it was you, you're in big trouble.
them and the rest of the clan are back from the wild, formaly known as Yosemite. I'm sure they too were slamming, as i would, if i were having a blasting time. sooon though, i too will find freedom. at last, as atleast.it comes with enough delight to motivate one to speak.
the funnest part was dans paris. it was on repeat, entirely, 3 days straight.
already,
i miss everyone around me.
the barrier of undeniable truths. my paper is in "finito"
this is my first ex hale. already I've attempted to rekindle my lost romance with my slamming "geee-- tar" following its chords, already i feel slamming.
ma found a Heineken in the fridge, as is, it was funny when she said we don't drink that here. i dont know who it was, but if it was you, you're in big trouble.
them and the rest of the clan are back from the wild, formaly known as Yosemite. I'm sure they too were slamming, as i would, if i were having a blasting time. sooon though, i too will find freedom. at last, as atleast.it comes with enough delight to motivate one to speak.
the funnest part was dans paris. it was on repeat, entirely, 3 days straight.
already,
i miss everyone around me.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
i almost forgot.
IM NEVER SURPRISED ANYMORE.
if you're into suppression. obsession. depression.
if you're a controlling converting piss.
positively
i want you out
OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!!!
if you're into suppression. obsession. depression.
if you're a controlling converting piss.
positively
i want you out
OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!!!
you need to know, the answer is yes.
i spent my entire life of april 18 and 19 and 2008 with miko and matt and all it cost me was my life. they are unruffled. providing that camp effect.
i love them for good.
i feel stupid half the time, out of it. in it. over it. bouncing flat in it. or like a big sentiment, or sentence, settling. together with it, i'm bored.
it was nice in the morning when i wasn't pressured to find out an outfit and my vacation looked like hawaii. this was great because the film was rolling as i was yelling and suddenly again, i felt ok.
i'm not prepared. but, still i want to live in you, at the hop.
fetching a freckle, face, maze, corn, and forever hold my peace.
monday morning i have to remember: meet d. tom, for extra help. when it comes to NaCl3, im the master.
i love them for good.
i feel stupid half the time, out of it. in it. over it. bouncing flat in it. or like a big sentiment, or sentence, settling. together with it, i'm bored.
it was nice in the morning when i wasn't pressured to find out an outfit and my vacation looked like hawaii. this was great because the film was rolling as i was yelling and suddenly again, i felt ok.
i'm not prepared. but, still i want to live in you, at the hop.
fetching a freckle, face, maze, corn, and forever hold my peace.
monday morning i have to remember: meet d. tom, for extra help. when it comes to NaCl3, im the master.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
NO NO NO NO!!!
it is not so great when I'm not dropped off to the masonic and haight when i have to scramble around fishing change to go in a hurry. i am absolutely beyond any control sick of the bare walls the coughed crazies elevator nastiness. forest hill station i hate you. i can almost die.
hurry up.
back home.
my ideas on females: males: babies: mating: hello goodbye obvious interaction concludes in a small research paper titled:
"Looks and everything into the world of love and attraction."
I've been trying to write it for the past couple ah decades and today lessened learned i figured that with in ones wings the flight is never given. i made this up myself and now I'm motivated to do good. i must graduate i must i must. no more rubios, no more picture taking, or blog rolls, or breathing quietly under the arms of a llama. none of that. nothing for me, as my fate is to pile myself under the screen of my teleporting lap top under the eyes of my web cams holy lens. I'm sorry potato, there's no more time for you. not now, not ever. well forever, there's later.
later is funner. attention wil be fully yours. poeple are organically grown to self implication. the obvious being a committing promise of forever dangling freely like a babies rattle. we'll maneuver our way forward until we cant take it, until the unbearable juice of forever is flooding and we cant help but to look separate ways. its a scramble for fear. an empty promise of burnt bacon, of drinking spoiled milk to wash down the overdue eggs that roasted in the velvet cupcakes. its a horrible disease, but we cant fight nature.
so don't fight it, as later will always come.
hurry up.
back home.
my ideas on females: males: babies: mating: hello goodbye obvious interaction concludes in a small research paper titled:
"Looks and everything into the world of love and attraction."
I've been trying to write it for the past couple ah decades and today lessened learned i figured that with in ones wings the flight is never given. i made this up myself and now I'm motivated to do good. i must graduate i must i must. no more rubios, no more picture taking, or blog rolls, or breathing quietly under the arms of a llama. none of that. nothing for me, as my fate is to pile myself under the screen of my teleporting lap top under the eyes of my web cams holy lens. I'm sorry potato, there's no more time for you. not now, not ever. well forever, there's later.
later is funner. attention wil be fully yours. poeple are organically grown to self implication. the obvious being a committing promise of forever dangling freely like a babies rattle. we'll maneuver our way forward until we cant take it, until the unbearable juice of forever is flooding and we cant help but to look separate ways. its a scramble for fear. an empty promise of burnt bacon, of drinking spoiled milk to wash down the overdue eggs that roasted in the velvet cupcakes. its a horrible disease, but we cant fight nature.
so don't fight it, as later will always come.
I'm talent and no one even knows it. hurry up and realize already! i am the best.
people also confuse me for other people, they call me different names. sort of, i like it. when people mistaken me for my hero, i almost melt. ken just added me on face book, already i feel accepted. you've got to know it, and if you don't it hurts.
people also confuse me for other people, they call me different names. sort of, i like it. when people mistaken me for my hero, i almost melt. ken just added me on face book, already i feel accepted. you've got to know it, and if you don't it hurts.
Monday, April 14, 2008
"you got a really nice mindset i like your style."
i dont want to go. anywhere ever. im finshing up this:__c3oh+___ox2 -->__co2__h2o
jesus. i cant balance anything. time or words and all that comes between people and plans and places to go and leaving to come back to stay or to be boring.
jesus. i cant balance anything. time or words and all that comes between people and plans and places to go and leaving to come back to stay or to be boring.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
i dont care, i hate you.
this time i didn't go to school again, and you would think it'd be easier, since id have to be there at 12. i promised myself not to leave until my clothes were dry and heated and then i could leave after i nuzzled my face into them and put everything on.
i stayed awake and folded everything eating a sandwich with jalapeno yogurt cheese honey ham papaya mango salsa on wheat, apple granola with berry yogurts, two servings of peach salsa and chips.
Ive made a pretty big fool of myself , more than a few times. more than one finger can count, so far you can jump to your toes and look out at the stars and it'll make plenty.
I'm progress. is it that I'm trying to figure it out and cope and blame anyone else, or its that i cant think at all. i just feel this awkwardness in myself from being here.
i stayed awake and folded everything eating a sandwich with jalapeno yogurt cheese honey ham papaya mango salsa on wheat, apple granola with berry yogurts, two servings of peach salsa and chips.
Ive made a pretty big fool of myself , more than a few times. more than one finger can count, so far you can jump to your toes and look out at the stars and it'll make plenty.
I'm progress. is it that I'm trying to figure it out and cope and blame anyone else, or its that i cant think at all. i just feel this awkwardness in myself from being here.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
6 minutes, ready go!
i just put some lasagna in my hello kitty Tupperware and went through all my shoe boxes and found my bambu spork.
when i think of lasagna i think of the time i brought a box over and we ate it while watching the office but honestly it was old and nasty. ill be eating it while on the j while on my way to school to deliver my freakonomics book report. i have to hurry.
i just put some lasagna in my hello kitty Tupperware and went through all my shoe boxes and found my bambu spork.
when i think of lasagna i think of the time i brought a box over and we ate it while watching the office but honestly it was old and nasty. ill be eating it while on the j while on my way to school to deliver my freakonomics book report. i have to hurry.
Monday, March 31, 2008
you've gotta watch out for that slouch
so sorry ive been forgetting about you. the morning wasted and tons to drink. this is not my story. last night i ate burger king. and never again..
hurry up and get in gear mode. and be ready to spit.
i am very young. in a couple a months ill be older, and it will be by a year. all of a sudden, everyone all at once will want to be friends with me. i'm all for the lesbian gossip magazines, there was a portable display of bagged pussies. so boring always it sounds. but which one are you?
i like sitting in the hot tub thinking about everyone who could've peed or how everyone jumps in naked and im just wallowing in their sweaty whats. this is what happend yesterday. praxis got a new bed too, i'm only jealous. i'm only jealous as i fall asleep on the carpet while shhes devoured by fluffy goodness of past time feathers while m sneezing and feeling awake.
hurry up and get in gear mode. and be ready to spit.
i am very young. in a couple a months ill be older, and it will be by a year. all of a sudden, everyone all at once will want to be friends with me. i'm all for the lesbian gossip magazines, there was a portable display of bagged pussies. so boring always it sounds. but which one are you?
i like sitting in the hot tub thinking about everyone who could've peed or how everyone jumps in naked and im just wallowing in their sweaty whats. this is what happend yesterday. praxis got a new bed too, i'm only jealous. i'm only jealous as i fall asleep on the carpet while shhes devoured by fluffy goodness of past time feathers while m sneezing and feeling awake.
Friday, March 28, 2008
if its not a healthy relationship, cut the chain.
this morning i woke up pretty early. while washing the residue mascara from the bottom of my eye bags i became one to realize that ive short handily missed my little one on one chat with tony, twice.
im happy about what im wearing. i feel very compatible. at night i get heat waves, flashing incognito, its my boo fucking me over. as not with another women but with his little games of hide and seek and sneak a peek peek a boo. and i shit all over. already im feeling today coming hungry.
im happy about what im wearing. i feel very compatible. at night i get heat waves, flashing incognito, its my boo fucking me over. as not with another women but with his little games of hide and seek and sneak a peek peek a boo. and i shit all over. already im feeling today coming hungry.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
i have 9 9 9 9 9 nine minutes. here we go. i am going to play tennis. i have my tennis racket inside my back pack. also threee tennis balls. im wearing shorts later. with white shoes with a green line. right now i have on two socks with brown stripes they are old and fall by my ankles. im wearing mens pajamas. i feel ok.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
leave me alone
some people have ways to batter down the truth of reality. i for one know that i am in love with all things that taste like lavender ice cream. bollywood is also a nice place to go to when you're sick of the conventional places that life mortifyingly provides. i believe in great remixes and powder on your belly when your a little baby, and everyday you cry. smelling good isn't essential, i like the raw taste of a real meal. the flavors stick out like ammonia chlorine bleached sheets. there is an under toned regret for its arrival. so to follow up on yesterdays proposition i propose to be a boring girl. don't talk to me anymore. there's no time.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
my moms quitting smoking and it makes her more demanding. i love hearing the stories.. still we're the same.
the man i love i feel should be the same as me. as we walk down the street well have the same taste, the same ears, ringing in them something un constitutional it wont stop. ill run around wearing his same old puke stained shirt. the one i spat on as i was draining down the ditch. he'll wear those same old pants with that same old smirk and all along ill never get tired. and on well go....
all I'm thinking about right now is rice pudding and the attraction it has to my soul. he has a recipe that i cant resist. I'm almost feeling great except i cant stop recalling the ditch of doom. yesterday i was falling down a mountain. without recollection I'm glad i had a board mask and boots. the ride was even more exciting. because i was just sitting. and what can be more fun. leafing around that is.
some get better with instinctual skill and others rent out books.
the man i love i feel should be the same as me. as we walk down the street well have the same taste, the same ears, ringing in them something un constitutional it wont stop. ill run around wearing his same old puke stained shirt. the one i spat on as i was draining down the ditch. he'll wear those same old pants with that same old smirk and all along ill never get tired. and on well go....
all I'm thinking about right now is rice pudding and the attraction it has to my soul. he has a recipe that i cant resist. I'm almost feeling great except i cant stop recalling the ditch of doom. yesterday i was falling down a mountain. without recollection I'm glad i had a board mask and boots. the ride was even more exciting. because i was just sitting. and what can be more fun. leafing around that is.
some get better with instinctual skill and others rent out books.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
i just finished an entire lifetime of work, and I've washed my hands so much that i've turned into a shriveled up tomato. tomorrow ill have a ball game. i'll really hate it as i'll be squatting on the ground for nearly two hours. its annoying-- having balls popping up flying smack into my face. its serious when you miss one and someone makes it home and your shitting bricks because your entire life is dependent on your current level of excitement. i don't feel so pumped when i loose. after that I'm usually in for a harder trip because I'm forced to run on top.
anyways
yesterday i dropped a buffalo shrimp in the bottom of the oven. this was the worse mistake of my life. "don't be clumsy carla" that's what i am forced to repeat every time i get up. I'm up and running the up and coming it. today was ok, before i did all that work i was doing absolutly nothing, thank god for corn pops.
anyways
yesterday i dropped a buffalo shrimp in the bottom of the oven. this was the worse mistake of my life. "don't be clumsy carla" that's what i am forced to repeat every time i get up. I'm up and running the up and coming it. today was ok, before i did all that work i was doing absolutly nothing, thank god for corn pops.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
what a little sweet heart
close your eyes.
youre taking a shower and thinking about the only thing you think about when your alone and in heat.
i hear you.
today was a good day. for the most part i did absolutely nothing. i sat on a chair sunbathing my legs under a tent by a hole.
here i was surrounded with tons of family, and people who wanted to support ettiene's new rise to Catholicism.
i ate paeya and potato salad, bbq chicken on a stick and cake. i almost tasted everything at once, i couldve thrown up but i decide that i liked everything inside me. not only did we feed are selves and are guests but we fed the entire park, the rangers, the stoners, the men playing hackey sak, the old ladys collecting cans, the weird man with no toes, and anyone who was hungry and in need of a good meal. one lucky bum got to keep five bucks. according to baba
it is harder to recieve than give, to ask than offer and plus she believes that giving him money could only give little ettienne good luck.
i nodded the whole while, infatuated in disbelief. once three thirty rolled by we gathered in. the priest made all five hundred kids balloon animals, which delayed the service and kept em quiet.
we got a little bored and took this picture.
youre taking a shower and thinking about the only thing you think about when your alone and in heat.
i hear you.
today was a good day. for the most part i did absolutely nothing. i sat on a chair sunbathing my legs under a tent by a hole.
here i was surrounded with tons of family, and people who wanted to support ettiene's new rise to Catholicism.
i ate paeya and potato salad, bbq chicken on a stick and cake. i almost tasted everything at once, i couldve thrown up but i decide that i liked everything inside me. not only did we feed are selves and are guests but we fed the entire park, the rangers, the stoners, the men playing hackey sak, the old ladys collecting cans, the weird man with no toes, and anyone who was hungry and in need of a good meal. one lucky bum got to keep five bucks. according to baba
it is harder to recieve than give, to ask than offer and plus she believes that giving him money could only give little ettienne good luck.
i nodded the whole while, infatuated in disbelief. once three thirty rolled by we gathered in. the priest made all five hundred kids balloon animals, which delayed the service and kept em quiet.
we got a little bored and took this picture.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
just now
how does one become so desperately attached to win someone over? im like an ant in a whirlpool squirming to be free.uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as im yelling perching forward and off i go, falling into a loaded bus of Popsicles. the higher i go the closer i am to the clouds, and that's when i notice: the trees are growing! id rather depart than arrive, im a destined reckoner. as my arrivals set foot they're departing. im arriving, ken is gone.
em: can you call me
b4 i hit the sack?
me: when
are you hitting it
and i shouldn't call you
Sent at 11:51 PM on Thursday
some are lonely and destined to be alone, as the disease is his inconspicuous ways to constantly up-roaoringly fall in love. i raise my hand as i agree with his technique.
i have a cold instead and either way im not feeling good.
em: can you call me
b4 i hit the sack?
me: when
are you hitting it
and i shouldn't call you
Sent at 11:51 PM on Thursday
some are lonely and destined to be alone, as the disease is his inconspicuous ways to constantly up-roaoringly fall in love. i raise my hand as i agree with his technique.
i have a cold instead and either way im not feeling good.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
i think we're ready now
you've been sending a lot of those texts lately huh? yeah me too..
todays engine is running too fast for this rail road, considerably so I've found myself licking and sticking it to the man. minus the licking and only the sticking.
NOW TRY THIS OUT FOR SIZE! repeatedly those words mean trouble. danger is me.
anyways
im off for spain in a couple of ounces, so im doing this little rekindling count down. this is meant for everyone who counts and mostly its difficult. oh jesus maybe i have about 7 months till my final departure. my plan is to devote a single month to a single for the next 7 of them until im passed- relapsed, on a plane, jetting that way.
anyways i need some help on my science of beauty research paper. email me with it.
love
carla
todays engine is running too fast for this rail road, considerably so I've found myself licking and sticking it to the man. minus the licking and only the sticking.
NOW TRY THIS OUT FOR SIZE! repeatedly those words mean trouble. danger is me.
anyways
im off for spain in a couple of ounces, so im doing this little rekindling count down. this is meant for everyone who counts and mostly its difficult. oh jesus maybe i have about 7 months till my final departure. my plan is to devote a single month to a single for the next 7 of them until im passed- relapsed, on a plane, jetting that way.
anyways i need some help on my science of beauty research paper. email me with it.
love
carla
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
MIKAS COMING TO TOWN!
there's only a few people in this world that i wouldnt mind being.
yes, wc fields is one of them and along with him im going to add me some mika. why you may ask, well, duh, he's totally cool.
The best albums of 2007 [10-2] at The Pop Cop
YUMMMMMMM
yes, wc fields is one of them and along with him im going to add me some mika. why you may ask, well, duh, he's totally cool.
The best albums of 2007 [10-2] at The Pop Cop
YUMMMMMMM
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
i'm tired of super tuesday i'm tired of all news put together.
thankgod for luna new year.
i dont really like mark for two apparent reason. one. im jealous of the time my sister spends with him and two. he's not dave. its really more of my business than one may think.
im a little off the wall right now. i just got off the phone with the corporate man who holds together williams sonoma. i no longer have that same distinct taste for their products. a vortex ripped my shape and sucked me in sizes and now im glued to their down town window. i met this cool guy the other day, i thought his name was patrick. it wasnt.it couldve been no one at all. i only know a patrick badar who is sarah badars older brother who is friends with Mike Deez: M for $ and D for Diamonds. whom is now 22. i use to have a crush on him when i was in junior high and i would make a big deal about putting lip gloss on. i wish i went to santa cruz, to see dez. i didnt becuase i wanted to be sorta good. and i dont think it wouldve planted out the way i'd imagine. it was ok anyways because there was this:
that was funner than anything anywhere else.
thankgod for luna new year.
i dont really like mark for two apparent reason. one. im jealous of the time my sister spends with him and two. he's not dave. its really more of my business than one may think.
im a little off the wall right now. i just got off the phone with the corporate man who holds together williams sonoma. i no longer have that same distinct taste for their products. a vortex ripped my shape and sucked me in sizes and now im glued to their down town window. i met this cool guy the other day, i thought his name was patrick. it wasnt.it couldve been no one at all. i only know a patrick badar who is sarah badars older brother who is friends with Mike Deez: M for $ and D for Diamonds. whom is now 22. i use to have a crush on him when i was in junior high and i would make a big deal about putting lip gloss on. i wish i went to santa cruz, to see dez. i didnt becuase i wanted to be sorta good. and i dont think it wouldve planted out the way i'd imagine. it was ok anyways because there was this:
that was funner than anything anywhere else.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
ciao bella
today was pretty cool. but even cooler- it wouldve been -cool- to have everyone all around me. people like you and your friends and us in a room sitting and chatting like little snakes. thats asides my point. my point is that blondies now serves sanfranciscos healthiest meal. which is the vegetarian pizza. made of whole weat and tomato.yuummmm.
many things to go along with that: i cashed in my international orange facial treatment. dear jason, thankyou for your present it was really lovely. and lovely it was as i was spa-ing it up with naked middle aged women. i felt bonded wiht my future. and boy am i NEW!
miko and i, today, talked about different things, one of our conversations included the idea that all religions, new aged religions, are based on a hallucination. hallucinating off the precious mushroom.
i digress, as i digest, i still conclude to pray.
at borders i couldnt find a book, so i couldnt make use of the one day only 50 percent off coupon of life. please world, i need a pretty book to read. asides from tony takashi. which i sped though while bus riding.
find a hobby then lick it.
love
carla your best friend.
many things to go along with that: i cashed in my international orange facial treatment. dear jason, thankyou for your present it was really lovely. and lovely it was as i was spa-ing it up with naked middle aged women. i felt bonded wiht my future. and boy am i NEW!
miko and i, today, talked about different things, one of our conversations included the idea that all religions, new aged religions, are based on a hallucination. hallucinating off the precious mushroom.
i digress, as i digest, i still conclude to pray.
at borders i couldnt find a book, so i couldnt make use of the one day only 50 percent off coupon of life. please world, i need a pretty book to read. asides from tony takashi. which i sped though while bus riding.
find a hobby then lick it.
love
carla your best friend.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
now frown. this is your triangularis muscle pulling down the corners of your orbicularis oris muscle
i made this video about my legs. it was meant for you, but ive been so lazy.i cant move to upload.
have you ever noticed a considerable amount of lying in your brother. or in anyone, regardless of age and size?
humans such as me and you develop this instinct. we smell lies from miles away. we puke- eat it and roll over again. its a sad life to live but we're happy anyways.
thankgod for biscuits huh?
ive been drinking a considerable amount of juice. all in all i wouldnt be surprised if you sliced me up and in me errupted a flooded house of orange.
do you ever call people with an initial intent? slowly to realize that the lines were'nt meant to be heard. figuring out in your little mind-- this is why we flirt.
during my adolescent years. which is now still going. my father and i would jump from movie to movie. park to park. ball to ball.
and now its that. oh world.. move slower..
Monday, January 21, 2008
whats a kiss?
hi.
my x physics teacher is a multi talented fragment. it is his ideas on the true virtues of existence. as we are existing, we are lay away slaves. all bending towards the things we love. i agree with everything he has to say esp. since he is a certified meta physicist.
take a look evil eye wanderer!
http://mateomcd.blogspot.com/
hi.
my x physics teacher is a multi talented fragment. it is his ideas on the true virtues of existence. as we are existing, we are lay away slaves. all bending towards the things we love. i agree with everything he has to say esp. since he is a certified meta physicist.
take a look evil eye wanderer!
http://mateomcd.blogspot.com/
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Regarding a colorufl christams card.....
dad.
is your birthday on the 17th?
jesus christ, i always get confused with the 17 th and the 19th since mom's birthdays on the 19th i automatically think yours is, and to sum all up i forgot... IM SORRY!
and to know i sent you that picture on a whim. i was scanning it to send to myself so i could later produce a photoshop baby page for the year book..
so it was not tied at all with your brithday nor anything else to do with any emotional attributes. it was only a nice little gesture that i imagined would brighten up another day..
i have to go to drivers ed. the bell just rung.
i will email you much more later.
oh and did you ever get my christmas card??
love
carla
Yes i did get it and it is pretty artsy and I must say the paper's quite unique as well..what can I say...surely something worth keeping although the letters within the letter seem to convey a rather unconventional message pertaining to the little understood message of christmas.....oh well I guess the writer must have confused her ideas of christmas with wishing her father the best of holidays....all in all only one conclusion can be reach from such a display of colorful art and that is, the daughter loves the dad and the dad loves the daughter and thats that...........if you are wondering about my copy cat way of writing i got it from kiara knightlys latest film of an english aristocratic girl falling in love with the house boy who ends up fighting int he second world war and i couldnt stand it anymore that we decided to leave in the middle of the movie...............lame.....lame lame movie.........i officially turned 40 on the 17th....but its oks......dont forget dear....take it easy, yes do take it easy will you....the sun might just get into your face or something.......bye now....
is your birthday on the 17th?
jesus christ, i always get confused with the 17 th and the 19th since mom's birthdays on the 19th i automatically think yours is, and to sum all up i forgot... IM SORRY!
and to know i sent you that picture on a whim. i was scanning it to send to myself so i could later produce a photoshop baby page for the year book..
so it was not tied at all with your brithday nor anything else to do with any emotional attributes. it was only a nice little gesture that i imagined would brighten up another day..
i have to go to drivers ed. the bell just rung.
i will email you much more later.
oh and did you ever get my christmas card??
love
carla
Yes i did get it and it is pretty artsy and I must say the paper's quite unique as well..what can I say...surely something worth keeping although the letters within the letter seem to convey a rather unconventional message pertaining to the little understood message of christmas.....oh well I guess the writer must have confused her ideas of christmas with wishing her father the best of holidays....all in all only one conclusion can be reach from such a display of colorful art and that is, the daughter loves the dad and the dad loves the daughter and thats that...........if you are wondering about my copy cat way of writing i got it from kiara knightlys latest film of an english aristocratic girl falling in love with the house boy who ends up fighting int he second world war and i couldnt stand it anymore that we decided to leave in the middle of the movie...............lame.....lame lame movie.........i officially turned 40 on the 17th....but its oks......dont forget dear....take it easy, yes do take it easy will you....the sun might just get into your face or something.......bye now....
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
international orange
so far today i was only able to make myself this sandwich . and when you and i live together you'll be in charge of making:
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
olive juice
first, i have studied every angle of your face.
I'm fine with admitting it.
ive dodged my eyelids like a nightime black out lantern.
june bugs on dark evenings.
or moldy peaches.
I'm a little fuzzy on the details, and you're a little funnny falling off docks.
and instead of trying to be real discrete ill jump out and say
here's some of a real good day
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
a love letter for christmas.
to the memory of my feelings: in winter the warmth of a tenderloin grilling by a rose with your stubbles set aside i only have one choice-- and that is to feel you. your shoulder blades, play as a shade-- covering a warm feeling.
they are warm daisys lasting in the dessert a taste of chilled ice, and pepper jack cheese squishing up on over that dried out asparagus.
one of me rushes as i am taken away by a multitude of endless gratification from the transparent infidelities of my makers lost brain. i own only the few signs and aspirations left by your shadow as you were laying your piece. a flaking suns set, setting up before the milllions of mushrooms and lilliputians.
since you like to save the day-- you save away.
i can not resist the race. or the taste- the imperceptible sound of covered breathing, or an empty feast, a wanting beat. my heart rushes as i miss you.
underneath our sheltered little shack gazing beneath our blanket of rocks lays the definition of broken mouths gasping. here we cry, as we try to escape the lungs of earth.
they are warm daisys lasting in the dessert a taste of chilled ice, and pepper jack cheese squishing up on over that dried out asparagus.
one of me rushes as i am taken away by a multitude of endless gratification from the transparent infidelities of my makers lost brain. i own only the few signs and aspirations left by your shadow as you were laying your piece. a flaking suns set, setting up before the milllions of mushrooms and lilliputians.
since you like to save the day-- you save away.
i can not resist the race. or the taste- the imperceptible sound of covered breathing, or an empty feast, a wanting beat. my heart rushes as i miss you.
underneath our sheltered little shack gazing beneath our blanket of rocks lays the definition of broken mouths gasping. here we cry, as we try to escape the lungs of earth.
Monday, December 24, 2007
wishing you a happy christmas, from us to you!
ahh!! the freshness of that eucalyptus tree, smell that green scent, eat all that barbecue sauce as your pot roasting that pork turkey. nothing sounds better than all the above, and you know you want it. every last inch, as your driving into some new cheeks for a nuzzle, and a good time. its fun to be you on Christmas now aint it?
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Saturday, December 08, 2007
and here's some more about me.
most likely, this is the best wall i know. i see it when walking to tartine, and sometimes school. and i want to paint it all over me.
this is miko,hes a nice guy. he makes great things that are nice to eat and explore. but maybe not eat just look at. sometimes touch.
i like to call it halla-ween
i think they might marry.
this is prob. a horrible picture for one of us. but really i love it, nikkie at times thinks i'm invisible, i was begging her, but no, she doesn't pay attention to picture taking, and i lover her with all my heart.
this is my desk. it really keeps me busy, and ready for business time.
Monday, December 03, 2007
oh no. im a goner.
except this is a prop.
Every time a problem rolls around I remember my first one. Wanting to meet cee-lo green, the grandfather of funk. It was not a fair situation, and has gone down in history as nothing more than nothing. There it remains great. Probably no one in this large city can acquiesce to my ideas of promoting a long lost holiday. I used to make so much up getting lost in it and not wanting to jump back into the realm of reality. When it comes to the ladies circle, frankly what is realized is the sales of pies, cakes, preserves, aprons, and other homemade goodies. I don’t know much about anything I don’t care about, since I lack the motivation to participate in anything I consider bullshit. As frustrating as this may be, it still for me, is fine. Anyways I would hate to fight about it. My hero is a man who has many inventions. Inventing things we need, I cant even begin, since I haven’t dreamt of any new ideas. I want a full forced inventor who can make me plenty gifts. I also admire the American Eskimo, since he packs the heat, in an ice box, and can live within his own homemade shelter, so can JD Salinger but he wont leave. an American Eskimo leaves to catch fish. Also they are cute and COMPLETELY loveable.
Every time a problem rolls around I remember my first one. Wanting to meet cee-lo green, the grandfather of funk. It was not a fair situation, and has gone down in history as nothing more than nothing. There it remains great. Probably no one in this large city can acquiesce to my ideas of promoting a long lost holiday. I used to make so much up getting lost in it and not wanting to jump back into the realm of reality. When it comes to the ladies circle, frankly what is realized is the sales of pies, cakes, preserves, aprons, and other homemade goodies. I don’t know much about anything I don’t care about, since I lack the motivation to participate in anything I consider bullshit. As frustrating as this may be, it still for me, is fine. Anyways I would hate to fight about it. My hero is a man who has many inventions. Inventing things we need, I cant even begin, since I haven’t dreamt of any new ideas. I want a full forced inventor who can make me plenty gifts. I also admire the American Eskimo, since he packs the heat, in an ice box, and can live within his own homemade shelter, so can JD Salinger but he wont leave. an American Eskimo leaves to catch fish. Also they are cute and COMPLETELY loveable.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
so what now?
i am interested in the interesting, that is the big large ones, not particularly anything you're thinking of, its like someone sticking an ear in there mouth and feeling bad about it. do it and don't care. i like that. i see this on many mammals walking around with brown center folds of large mangos. it's the same, if fish realized they were swimming they'd probably drop dead, and that's why i shouldn't think about walking. also i am interested in someone who has good ideas but finds their ideas uninteresting. this interests me, because it seems like the hidden shadow that follows me when no one else is around. that doesn't exist but i pretend it happens. probably though, as it seems, not a lot of people are really there. i enjoy you all. and theres a lot more to it. sometimes he likes to talk about the little thing he reffers to as ferromagnetism i never understand and prefer to talk about dates. then i sign on to google talk and wait for ken to show up. he never does, i'm a goner. like last night when i was nearly close, i fell off the side, and my man saved me. he's good at helping me out and buying records from amoeba, currently we've been overly enthused about sufjan's "Illinois" hit, and to be even more particular, i particularly enjoy track seven titled "Decatur" if you dont want to purchase this hit, then simply follow this
.... you are now in the promise land.
.... you are now in the promise land.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
dear ms. johnson, i miss you very much.
dear carla,
thank you for the penguin joke and the carla note with the carla syntax. i can hear your voice in my head when i reread it even months after i should've responded. thank you. thank you. so, what's up? senior year. are you hanging in there? i can't imagine what you'd have to reminisce about regarding me. but it's sweet. so sweet. i miss mission a lot. i had a dream recently where i showed up there for work. one of those dreams that you have because some part of your soul has forgotten that you've made a big dramatic move to a far off place and then you wake up and ask yourself in a confused existential voice: where am I?
where are you? i am here. at the moment at my parent's house for thanksgiving. happy thanksgiving! when i'm in charlottesville, i like to be in motion. so, i ride my red bike all over town. there are trees. there is one that you can climb in my little yard. i am writing a lot. often on my little front stoop with a big mug of coffee. in fact, i am starting an mfa in poetry in january (which was a secret personal goal i've had for a really long time). so, i'm finally doing it. how's mission? are you freaking out about the future or keeping it cool, in spite, of the senior stress and hype?
miss you,
ms. johnson
On 9/1/07, carla uriarte wrote:
good god that took forever, my replying skills havent been on their best behavior.
hello ms,. johnson.
really great to hear from you,
we reminisce about you everyday.
i swear to god, the other teachers are soo jealous and sick of it, sick to the brim, but we all, even carmen, all of us, insist on going on and on.
its funny to see people after so long, all these make overs, new clothes, morals.. the works, the planted image of so and so in your head, has definitely expired.
school feels a little... weird. surreal, perhaps.
things are a little dry, dry in the sense that its bland. flowing wise. theres this man in ms. comps classroom. i went in there the other day, to investigate, i felt i was in another realm.
sanfrancisco has soo many trees that every single person can claim their own, i dont know if virginia has that same luxury. ha
oh and heres a joke
-what do penguins do?
-break the ice, hi im carla.
nvm about the edit. it was stupid. i realized.
ok.
have a wonderful day!
carla
thank you for the penguin joke and the carla note with the carla syntax. i can hear your voice in my head when i reread it even months after i should've responded. thank you. thank you. so, what's up? senior year. are you hanging in there? i can't imagine what you'd have to reminisce about regarding me. but it's sweet. so sweet. i miss mission a lot. i had a dream recently where i showed up there for work. one of those dreams that you have because some part of your soul has forgotten that you've made a big dramatic move to a far off place and then you wake up and ask yourself in a confused existential voice: where am I?
where are you? i am here. at the moment at my parent's house for thanksgiving. happy thanksgiving! when i'm in charlottesville, i like to be in motion. so, i ride my red bike all over town. there are trees. there is one that you can climb in my little yard. i am writing a lot. often on my little front stoop with a big mug of coffee. in fact, i am starting an mfa in poetry in january (which was a secret personal goal i've had for a really long time). so, i'm finally doing it. how's mission? are you freaking out about the future or keeping it cool, in spite, of the senior stress and hype?
miss you,
ms. johnson
On 9/1/07, carla uriarte
good god that took forever, my replying skills havent been on their best behavior.
hello ms,. johnson.
really great to hear from you,
we reminisce about you everyday.
i swear to god, the other teachers are soo jealous and sick of it, sick to the brim, but we all, even carmen, all of us, insist on going on and on.
its funny to see people after so long, all these make overs, new clothes, morals.. the works, the planted image of so and so in your head, has definitely expired.
school feels a little... weird. surreal, perhaps.
things are a little dry, dry in the sense that its bland. flowing wise. theres this man in ms. comps classroom. i went in there the other day, to investigate, i felt i was in another realm.
sanfrancisco has soo many trees that every single person can claim their own, i dont know if virginia has that same luxury. ha
oh and heres a joke
-what do penguins do?
-break the ice, hi im carla.
nvm about the edit. it was stupid. i realized.
ok.
have a wonderful day!
carla
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
chance #3- attempt thrice- a grand slam. it'll hit you.
it's feasible- a passionate way to defend our achievements. achieving a 10 not a 10 minus 3. age ten. there's a hero at our hands clearing the road freeing all the tormented bikers and their aggravated sways. the peddling of the vast-- unattainable ideas, discreetly i'm throwing words at you.
to the defender of the hopelessly flamboyant- my asian persuasion, you're cooking good looking and i want to be you. you're my reserved arrangement of perfection-that omnipotent force. as i am idolizing equality i realize that you're nothing more than a skimpy looking hot piece of the next big it. who can compare?
a ten instructs the heart. trapping emotions. like a jam packed car crossing the border. peer in on it. you'll see what i mean. i'm talking celebration- columns to explore, constitutionally being able to smell the stench. and i like his conceit. he's so conceited that i'm feeding frenzy,he's looking heat, smoking in on the sun. it's the organized cant from within . the well washed hairs - stumbles of stubbles- the biggest thing to form an alliance between us. this is why, i beg you, to shave.
hey ten, you're knocking them out. clearing grounds dry. you re pouring insight on this and that who and when. clearly you're always right.
or not.
when you are realized, you'll come home. everything's around. the feeling is gone. it is so gone that you'll having nothing left to do but go through the motions. nothing. how messy. how funny. how boring. i told you so.
so maybe it is a 9 that you'll want to be, or maybe even something moderately lower. with no aim in mind striving for perfection will only be a strive set alone. a case set match. a quick win. an end with no escape a final say about what's ego and what's not. ejection.
to the defender of the hopelessly flamboyant- my asian persuasion, you're cooking good looking and i want to be you. you're my reserved arrangement of perfection-that omnipotent force. as i am idolizing equality i realize that you're nothing more than a skimpy looking hot piece of the next big it. who can compare?
a ten instructs the heart. trapping emotions. like a jam packed car crossing the border. peer in on it. you'll see what i mean. i'm talking celebration- columns to explore, constitutionally being able to smell the stench. and i like his conceit. he's so conceited that i'm feeding frenzy,he's looking heat, smoking in on the sun. it's the organized cant from within . the well washed hairs - stumbles of stubbles- the biggest thing to form an alliance between us. this is why, i beg you, to shave.
hey ten, you're knocking them out. clearing grounds dry. you re pouring insight on this and that who and when. clearly you're always right.
or not.
when you are realized, you'll come home. everything's around. the feeling is gone. it is so gone that you'll having nothing left to do but go through the motions. nothing. how messy. how funny. how boring. i told you so.
so maybe it is a 9 that you'll want to be, or maybe even something moderately lower. with no aim in mind striving for perfection will only be a strive set alone. a case set match. a quick win. an end with no escape a final say about what's ego and what's not. ejection.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
a week in a nutshell:
i felt a little ridiculous, for i knew ,that you and i and the space between us, felt the same clash of affection.
i don't even know I'm just taking a gander.
(for excitement and emphasis)
i love collaborations.
i don't even know I'm just taking a gander.
(for excitement and emphasis)
i love collaborations.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
putting myself in a vulnerable positon.
oh my, this is real embarrassing. you know those short breaks on mtv, the barriers between the end of a show and the start of a new . there's this small promotional space in between.
lately they've been doing these weird band things, whereas they intertwine music while giving you a sneak peek on the latest it- thing to watch. so far I've noticed rilo kiley, the beastie boys, and now tegan and sara.
these little tunes get stuck in my head like no other. i wish i could describe it better. but just for the sake of everything. i love this one. i can't get over it. and i mean, come on, listening to these girls, is kinda a bit.. embarrassing. none the less, i love it all up and down and over.
give it a chance!
http://tnsplusmtb.imeem.com/music/1lAx4bFS/tegan_and_sara_back_in_your_head/
lately they've been doing these weird band things, whereas they intertwine music while giving you a sneak peek on the latest it- thing to watch. so far I've noticed rilo kiley, the beastie boys, and now tegan and sara.
these little tunes get stuck in my head like no other. i wish i could describe it better. but just for the sake of everything. i love this one. i can't get over it. and i mean, come on, listening to these girls, is kinda a bit.. embarrassing. none the less, i love it all up and down and over.
give it a chance!
http://tnsplusmtb.imeem.com/music/1lAx4bFS/tegan_and_sara_back_in_your_head/
Sunday, October 21, 2007
oh, pops, you're such a killer
From: "Vicent uriarte"
To: llookmiles@yahoo.com
Subject: RE:
Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2007 18:34:24
didnt you see the message: it said something like; carla you no longer
talk to me and have no time for me so instead I send u a video in the hope that
you remember that Hey! you do have a father....and hey! his out there
somewhere and hey! it would be nice if you talked to him once in a while
hey!
From: carla uriarte
To: Vicent uriarte
Subject: RE: Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 09:22:42 -0800 (PST)
dad did you send me that peter bjorn and john video???
are you vicent 999????
From: "Vicent uriarte"
To: llookmiles@yahoo.com
Subject: booooo........its me again
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:47:03 +0000
hey did you breakup with your boyfriend! Is that why your sad? Open
the champagne bring on the band, sing aleluah and why not, go ahead and
jump up for joy! wishful thinking ha? Anyways cheer up my love, remember when youare
sad all you need to do is look the other way and there you'll find happiness.
by the way spoke with B1 today about your baon, you should go to B2s and ask
for it. I'll talk to her about giving you two weeks of baon at a time $60
so you dont have to go there everyweek. As for past weeks Carla its your
responsibility to get it every now and then otherwise you loose
it.....remember baon is for the bus its for food in school.
Let me know if this is a problem.
>From: carla uriarte
>To: pops
>Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 11:21:22
im a little sad right now, its pretty hot in this building.
theres not much to do, im just sending out emails, here and there to
pass the time.
who are you today?
i am, as ive decided to be a jedi mastermind, running away from the
miniature star wars legos that seem to be taking over my braincells.
but anyways please keep me company for the seconds, i will soon to be
melted away.
todays weather, a slight frost, sunny skies, overall - brisk
To: llookmiles@yahoo.com
Subject: RE:
Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2007 18:34:24
didnt you see the message: it said something like; carla you no longer
talk to me and have no time for me so instead I send u a video in the hope that
you remember that Hey! you do have a father....and hey! his out there
somewhere and hey! it would be nice if you talked to him once in a while
hey!
From: carla uriarte
To: Vicent uriarte
Subject: RE: Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 09:22:42 -0800 (PST)
dad did you send me that peter bjorn and john video???
are you vicent 999????
From: "Vicent uriarte"
To: llookmiles@yahoo.com
Subject: booooo........its me again
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:47:03 +0000
hey did you breakup with your boyfriend! Is that why your sad? Open
the champagne bring on the band, sing aleluah and why not, go ahead and
jump up for joy! wishful thinking ha? Anyways cheer up my love, remember when youare
sad all you need to do is look the other way and there you'll find happiness.
by the way spoke with B1 today about your baon, you should go to B2s and ask
for it. I'll talk to her about giving you two weeks of baon at a time $60
so you dont have to go there everyweek. As for past weeks Carla its your
responsibility to get it every now and then otherwise you loose
it.....remember baon is for the bus its for food in school.
Let me know if this is a problem.
>From: carla uriarte
>To: pops
>Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 11:21:22
im a little sad right now, its pretty hot in this building.
theres not much to do, im just sending out emails, here and there to
pass the time.
who are you today?
i am, as ive decided to be a jedi mastermind, running away from the
miniature star wars legos that seem to be taking over my braincells.
but anyways please keep me company for the seconds, i will soon to be
melted away.
todays weather, a slight frost, sunny skies, overall - brisk
Saturday, October 20, 2007
a foreign land
sometimes it feels like this,.
china,
give me my man back!
+oh and here's a gift to make everyone feel- a little- better!
http://all-things-go.net/ATG/Cloud_Cult/tpain_cloud_cult.mp3
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
chase a million pieces over there.right here. hear me?
there's something that I've been thinking about: one person forms an alliance, that one turns into two, and without distress you have both transpired into a collision of one . while in the process of making and creating an everlasting bond. you notice the crumbling of the general malaise around you. it's like that time, when you felt younger than i, and you realized that chance is a word and the meaning of a lamp and the reasons for these names will always faze you. the real reactions for each passing sigh and each back up fact full of pun can no longer appreciate your intentions of anything good. you're a pessimist knowingly enough that there is no longer any reasons to move. but it's ok because there's always online scrabble, bubble baths, ideas, fridge letter magnets, the home made, everything you love, and most importantly there's him her his and hers him and she he and i we them us they those over there. the one. ones. all around you. i . me. except. feeling good. though i do, feel good.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
to followers of the american dream!
you are holding the flame, you are almost there, suddenly you notice yourself missing a smalll tiny dot. i am your puppet master, holding the complete package.i have everything you will ever need in your entire life plus beyond and more so forth -far- crazy glue- etc etc etc.
heres that dot:
my good friend tammy just moved to Vietnam, though we never got to our peak - this is my little way of showing our potential: POTENTIAL. i am jumping in the air holding signs. they are notes expressing my absolute - admiration- for her art, thoughts, and conversation. tammy you are my hero! keep living the dream!!!
and something even more exclusive.
heres that dot:
my good friend tammy just moved to Vietnam, though we never got to our peak - this is my little way of showing our potential: POTENTIAL. i am jumping in the air holding signs. they are notes expressing my absolute - admiration- for her art, thoughts, and conversation. tammy you are my hero! keep living the dream!!!
and something even more exclusive.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Hi Carla, I need your zip code that you put on your application with
the
bank I guess it would be your house......so I can transfer money....
>From: carla uriarte
>To: pops
>Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:54:35 -0700 (PDT)
>
>
>
>
>maybe 200 dad, you know 100 a week.
>please >>>>.........
>please.....
>i mean i'm going to be stranded.
>come on now
>ill pay you back when i move to spain.
>
>
>---------------------------------
>Got a little couch potato?
>Check out fun summer activities for kids.
the
bank I guess it would be your house......so I can transfer money....
>From: carla uriarte
>To: pops
>Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:54:35 -0700 (PDT)
>
>
>
>
>maybe 200 dad, you know 100 a week.
>please >>>>.........
>please.....
>i mean i'm going to be stranded.
>come on now
>ill pay you back when i move to spain.
>
>
>---------------------------------
>Got a little couch potato?
>Check out fun summer activities for kids.
Friday, September 28, 2007
as far as me and you
bonus:
slightly, i was lucky enough to receive a special book from a special one. it's actually the coolest thing i own right now, terminally beginning, back paged written reforms, crafted to its peak, non sequentially ordered , like a beat.yes. just like that. here's a sneak peak " one reason Helena and i would never be close friends is that i am about half as tall as she. people tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. it means i am willing to go the distance for you"
yeah you like that? i too enjoy meeting up on weekdays.
slightly, i was lucky enough to receive a special book from a special one. it's actually the coolest thing i own right now, terminally beginning, back paged written reforms, crafted to its peak, non sequentially ordered , like a beat.yes. just like that. here's a sneak peak " one reason Helena and i would never be close friends is that i am about half as tall as she. people tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. it means i am willing to go the distance for you"
yeah you like that? i too enjoy meeting up on weekdays.
Monday, September 17, 2007
amber alert
folks,
if you have sent me text messages- phone calls- voicemails- flowers, or any of the following- or anything you can even think of(via cellphone,within the past couple ah days) you should know, it hasn't been received. my poor old 646..... number is no longer in motion. however the good ol handy 794.. is fully up and alive.. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. i am now going to reunite with my ma in Hawaii. also by popular demand,including ap, i will now incorporate the usage of apostrophes into my everyday, lingo mingo jazzzz.
ok
all in all
love
carla
if you have sent me text messages- phone calls- voicemails- flowers, or any of the following- or anything you can even think of(via cellphone,within the past couple ah days) you should know, it hasn't been received. my poor old 646..... number is no longer in motion. however the good ol handy 794.. is fully up and alive.. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. i am now going to reunite with my ma in Hawaii. also by popular demand,including ap, i will now incorporate the usage of apostrophes into my everyday, lingo mingo jazzzz.
ok
all in all
love
carla
Saturday, September 08, 2007
what the hell, why would you ever send me this
Popcorn addicts risk lethal lung condition, doctors warn
By Leonard Doyle in Washington
Published: 06 September 2007
Popcorn, the favourite snack of millions of Americans, can cause a potentially fatal health condition known as popcorn workers' lung, an alarmed public is discovering.A love of microwave buttered popcorn caused a relatively healthy 53-year-old American to develop severe breathing problems. The cause of his illness was tracked down to the microwave popcorn he loved so much that he would inhale steam from the bag as it came out of the oven.
The link between the man's illness and popcorn was established by Dr Cecil Rose, who had been dealing with popcorn workers' lung for years as a consultant to the food industry. "I said to him this is a very weird question but bear with me, are you around a lot of popcorn?"
"His jaw dropped,' she told The New York Times, 'How could you possibly know that about me? I am Mr Popcorn. I love popcorn'," the patient replied. He had eaten buttery microwave popcorn at least twice a day for the past 10 years. When he broke open the bags, after the steam came out, he would often inhale the fragrance because he liked it so much," Dr Rose said. "That's heated diacetyl, which we know from the workers' studies is the highest risk."
Dr Rose found levels of diacetyl in the man's Colorado home after he made the snack were similar to those in microwave popcorn plants. She put him on a microwave popcorn-free diet. Six months after his diagnosis, the man has lost 50lb and his lung function has improved.
Synthetic butter or diacetyl inhaled as a vapour has damaged or destroyed the lungs of hundreds of workers in the food industry.
By Leonard Doyle in Washington
Published: 06 September 2007
Popcorn, the favourite snack of millions of Americans, can cause a potentially fatal health condition known as popcorn workers' lung, an alarmed public is discovering.A love of microwave buttered popcorn caused a relatively healthy 53-year-old American to develop severe breathing problems. The cause of his illness was tracked down to the microwave popcorn he loved so much that he would inhale steam from the bag as it came out of the oven.
The link between the man's illness and popcorn was established by Dr Cecil Rose, who had been dealing with popcorn workers' lung for years as a consultant to the food industry. "I said to him this is a very weird question but bear with me, are you around a lot of popcorn?"
"His jaw dropped,' she told The New York Times, 'How could you possibly know that about me? I am Mr Popcorn. I love popcorn'," the patient replied. He had eaten buttery microwave popcorn at least twice a day for the past 10 years. When he broke open the bags, after the steam came out, he would often inhale the fragrance because he liked it so much," Dr Rose said. "That's heated diacetyl, which we know from the workers' studies is the highest risk."
Dr Rose found levels of diacetyl in the man's Colorado home after he made the snack were similar to those in microwave popcorn plants. She put him on a microwave popcorn-free diet. Six months after his diagnosis, the man has lost 50lb and his lung function has improved.
Synthetic butter or diacetyl inhaled as a vapour has damaged or destroyed the lungs of hundreds of workers in the food industry.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
popopopusssas!!
i ate some Colombian popusas today. i highly recommend it to all you big- hard -large -heavy- buff -meat eaters. or even, i recommend it to you small, shit faced, little tiny, twigs; the ones who cant even get to point b with out whining. all in all i recommend- Colombian popusas.
not only is it fun to say, but its fun to eat!
not only is it fun to say, but its fun to eat!
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