| Ghosts: | You on your way home yet? |
| Boyfriend: | About to be, see you spoon |
| Ghosts: | Ahaha.. You wanna spoon? I mean, this can be arranged. |
| Boyfriend: | Stupid iphone. |
| Ghosts: | Ain't gotta lie to kick it. |
Heroes for Ghosts
Hi. I'm Sarah. My idea of the perfect life would be that of a life aboard the Belafonte with Team Zissou. Although, I seem to have chosen a different route.
Whenever I tell people that I'm a misanthrope they react as though that's a bad thing, the idiots. I live in Los Angeles, for God's sake. Have you walked down the streets here recently? Misanthropy is the only thing that gets you through it. It's not a personality flaw, it's a skill.
It's nothing to do with sheer numbers. Move me to a remote cottage in the Hebrides and I'd learn to despise the postman, even if he only visited once a year. I can't abide other people, with their stink and their noise and their irritating ringtones.
Bill Hicks called the human race a virus with shoes, and if you ask me he was being unduly hard on viruses. I'd consider a career in serial killing if the pay wasn't so bad.
Interior Design, Web Design, Apartment Therapy, Underground Hip Hop, 80's Hair Metal, Flickr, Banana Blueberry Pancakes, Capitalization, Street Fashion, Target, PBR, Tumblr, Nikes / Converse, Last.FM, Inappropriate Jokes, Ikea, Cooking for myself and the Boyfriend, Our tiny Apartment, Our Dog, My life.
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Hahaha.
Honestly, Tell me.
Where is the wrong in having a glass of wine at 1 o’clock in the afternoon? Because I see positively nothing bad here.
P.S. I met William Shatner at work today, I’m still a little starstruck.
…This is quite the odd journal entry.
LA TIGERS on la brea
I drive past this a lot on my way to work, however I believe it’s on Highland and not La Brea? Maybe there’s another on La Brea.
Things I love about you.
The faces you make when you’re playing xbox and you don’t know that I’m looking at you.
There is no answer for people like us.
We are not friends anymore.
Do you realize we fight with knives in the kitchen,
and loaded guns in the house?
I’m trying to draw a line between us.
I say, I point;
There.
That is you, this is me.
Honestly though,
I am wondering.
When did we stop liking eachother?
I wake up with my hands on your throat.
I wake up to open windows you’ve climbed out of the night before.
I wake up to empty bottles and my dirty jeans on the floor.
We open our eyes and we are always in different places
and we will always find eachother and we will say;
Baby, baby,
Baby, I love you, I love you, I’m sorry.
I wake up with a cotton mouth and cracked lips.
We give kisses, but they are weaker now.
I will give you my heart again
but it is smaller now.
FYI
Check your local Coffee Bean tomorrow from 4-7 for a free Pumpkin Latte. Mmm hello fall.
Woman Tonight.
I bet you like to fuck, but you love to argue
Poke a hole into my chest and pull my heart through
Up to my room for cigarettes and cartoons
Or we could sit right here and try to guard these barstools
I’ll take you anyway that I can have you
Bring along your ethics and your issues and your taboos
- MURS
Thinking about how cold it’s getting here in LA right now made me realize that I’m missing my favorite part of fall.. this was taken two days ago, in my hometown in Wisconsin. Thanks flickr, for keeping me somewhat in the know :)
