I'm on sue ellens side...

these people are back in my life again. aside from the option to breath air - dallas is the most beautiful thing that our bodies both need and want. And season 12 is NO weakling. we've got some real plot twists ahead...

and this could be friend or foe.

crazy with bottle rockets

I have been thinking a lot about the girls lately. All my life i can remember being obsessed with murdered women. Not in that way that it entertains me, but i was always deeply effected. I remember not being able to sleep for weeks the first time i found out Dorothy Stratten was dead.

Dorothy Stratten, for those who don't know, was a playboy "model" in the 80's. I believe she even made playmate of the year in 1980.  Well she was murdered - shot to death by her jealous ex husband. You see if Dorothy was going to be famous and meet with success Paul had to as well. So when she decided her abusive and manipulative relationship needed to end - she met with dyer consequences. Paul was the one who even sent her photos to playboy, so its a clear story of men thinking they own women. He was obviously more like a pimp than a husband. duh ava. Anyway, for some reason i think about her alot. And not just her - i also think a lot about Dominique Dunne, Rebecca Schaeffer, Lana Clarkson, Elizabeth Short, Sharon tate, Abigail folger, JonBenet Ramsey, Natalie Holloway, Dru Schiden, Anne Scripps Douglas, Bonnie lee Bakley, Brianna dennison, Latoya tash, Kitty Menendez, Martha Moxley, and every other woman who goes unamed and not cared for. Notice most of the women on my list were young white women. Now thats no coincidence.

But ya, so a few summers ago i got into one of my moods. I was FIXATED on Dominique Dunne. I watched 'Poltergeist' over and over. Hoping, i think to know her, to preserve her somehow. to act like she wasn't strangled to death on her own front lawn by ( you guessed it) a jealous ex boyfriend. Who after serving like 2 years in prison went to work at a restaurant near her parents home. sick. But i was obsessed with her. how she died. why. how it could have been prevented. I get in these moods. They can last days, weeks, months....years. It has now been about 7 years that i have been unable to shake the death of Dorothy Stratten. I feel compelled to remember these women. Just because we never touched or shared words does not mean they should skip my mind. I watched 'Star 80' atleast 16 times before sending it back to netflix. Thats the bio film on dorothy.

I am someone who is just SO sensetive, I am deeply touched by people, places, situations. I absord whats around me, always - and with a sharpness.

It's snowing so heavy out, and its soo late. I'll leave you with their faces. good night.

Dorothy Stratten

Dominique Dunne

when will i fucking die already

When i woke up this morning i thought i saw the sky falling down. i was happy, thought the world was finally ending. I do wish the end would hurry, there is too much pain in this world.

I've thought long and hard about myself these last few weeks.What do i offer people around me? Am i capable of love and compassion? truely?

Do i deserve friends? because im starting to think thats what this is all about. Maybe i cant. maybe im no good at it. I'm stuck with the past, the past that deems me 'untrustworthy'. And i agree with them. I want to get out of my body, mind, and soul. They're all rotten.  I don't know what anyone sees in me, but i see nothing in myself.

I feel like Micheal Myers, except my homicidal rage is latent. But i am bad like that, you know, when your core is rotten.

i want to cut it out of me. this things that makes me disposable. i want to cut out all the parts that people can sense, and that i can sense. Apologies aren't enough, i owe the world more, like blood.

choose life

if she ate dirt - then we could forgive her
at times she slips, falls in the snow, and refuses to pick herself up
her ankles are weak,the buckle in at the sight of the gravel
ghosts - push her around

and at times she eats dinner past midnight
the dishes balanced on her window pane

and we could forgive

if she ate dirt

meet me in the back, with the jack, by the jukebox

So i woke up this morning to a MAJOR snow storm. The irony of the world being covered in whiteness on MARTIN LUTHER KING'S birthday is much.

Anyways, it seemed like a Ke$ha kind morning, so i whipped out 'Animal'.brilliance.

I think today will be productive. I plan on writing, something. Maybe a section of a play. Who knows. I also plan to watch countless horror movies, download music, and relax with the roomies. Oliv is going up to Kams tomorrow so ill be alone for a few days :( Whatever, at least i know EVERY day Miranda comes home to me. It's the best.

OH! Also, i cant wait till thurs when i head to NY for our group reunion!!!!! xoxoxoxox.

As the lady gaga says 'so happy i could die....and its alright.'

fucking misses Dalloway...

I hate always planning things because everyone else is to lazy and self obsessed to do so. its making me sick, and making me wish i knew no one.

I look at myself in the mirror and try to think of ways to disappear. its hard. i want to, FIX it. Whatever this thing is that makes me less than human. i am the real selfish one.

three things i NEVER want to hear again because they're seriously counterproductive:

1.well your life could be worse. < - shut the fuck up. thats like telling someone their pain isnt real or worth grieving over, and if you believe that i worry for you

2. Why don't you just... <- making change seem easy and readily accessible. fuck you.

3. It happens to everyone... < - ya maybe it does, but personal circumstances can make what feels like a routine lot in life VERY painful. do your fucking social observations and grow up.

AMERICA. your positive talk makes me want to barf. kill. and slap you.

But me, icant stand to look at myself. all the mistakes. They'll never go away. i know i should not feel bad about my life because [so many others have it way worse].and besides i need to be punished, put in my place.

i have gone so far out of line.

I think about how i am constantly feeling disconnected.Im in the world,but im trapped in my mind.

If i didnt believe in punishments, i dont know where i would be.