What I would like my potential tatoos to say:

BREATHE

and

Safe Sex

GUHH I'm so sick.

I'm not really using livejournal anymore, I keep it for the sake of how many memories it holds. So, I've moved on to posting myspace blogs pretty frequently. It's more of my "livejournal" now, since I feel that more people read what I write via myspace. It's the only thing I really use on myspace, so if you want to add me:

www.myspace.com/krambyjuice

Dear Diary,
Just kidding!
I don't think being in love is real, I just don't believe in it.
But I believe in other happy things... like painting and laughing and poetry and the performing arts.

Love,
Kristen

In a crowded restaurant, people slowly assemble out as our conversation grows stronger.

Sitting across my father, in his presence for the first time in three months, I bite my lip to keep from crying as he said, "You're the first girl I ever fell in love with."
In his worn eyes you can just feel it, right beneath the breast plate.


June 23rd, 1:43 am

Night Hike

"The only thing better than Terminator 2 is Terminator 1"
"No fucking WAYYY Terminator 1 can suck my balls, Terminator 2 is the only exception to all sequels blowing."

...

"Are you carrying any paraphernalia?"

"No, none, sir"

"Have you been drinking tonight son?"

"No, sir"

Plotted down indian-style on the hard gravel, picking tiny pieces of cactus out of my shorts, I organize a simple pile of rocks to keep myself calm and seem as sober as possible, the sheriff's head lights blasting in our eyes, the moon still glowing warmly.

"Can I have you stand up, I'm just going to ask you a few questions"

And the next thing I know my friend is being turned around and being put in handcuffs, CLANK.
No questions, no argument, no right to remain silent.

20 minutes pass, I lean against the car with my arms folded nodding to the "nice cop": "It's so nice tonight, aint it?"
Yeah, until you bastards came.

I'm just glad I was the first person you called when you got out of jail, I was so worried.

...

"I'm sorry for everything I've said and did"
I'm going to miss you, Ajami.

I'm not pregnant, I was just really bored when I couldn't sleep last night. So here's what I've come up with, just to document:

Girl:
Fiori -flowers en Italiano... my favorite word to sing in Italian plus it's just sounds pretty.
Jordy Rosa -my mother's nickname + rose en espanol
Bella -I like the way it sounds in Spanish, better

So apparently I like flowers/non-english names/vowels.

Boy:
Marcel -I'm obviously going to marry a black man and name our first son this.
Belay- beautiful African name, pronounced like it looks. I don't know what it means, but my coworker is named this and he is such a nice young             man! From Africa, I need to ask where.
Aeyn- pronounced like "Ryan" but without the R. My awesome former coworker was named this, and he's undoubtedly the coolest guy I've ever             met... and changed my perspective about a lot of things.
Nic- just because I've always liked it since I was a little goerl.

It's funny when you act as though there's no interest at all, there comes the most interest. 

I am a lesboian:

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=98678575&albumId=1825564

I am deathly frightened. I wish I could just accept things for the way they are. I just keep thinking that I'm going to mess it up. When I smell him on me after he's been gone for ten minutes it's hard to be afraid of possibilities. I just wish I didn't always go in so deep so quickly.

God damn it, I have anxiety. I need advice I need advice.

Today I'm going to break someone's heart.

My stomach hurts, I'm gonna die.

ugg I just read previous entries and I hate the way I "talk" on livejournal.
I desperately want to delete it but it carries way too many memories.

and so today I got this email:

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Madhav Bowling to me

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finally, it came.