superconfessional

[evisu 2000]

you don't even recognize her

just sayin

[lawless]

same

but it was with veronique branquinho

shawty ripe to make a wife, brother

[ProfMonnitoff]

you don't even recognize her

just sayin

i dont chase em i replace em

[freecat]

i wish i was still at yesterday night's party. "1 bottle of champagne bought = 1 offered". i came with 5€ to the party, didn't even spend it, when i arrived there was already enough to make everyone drunk. i even found a free bike on the way back and felt like crashing at a girl friend but i think i fell asleep watching tv...

[dino might]

Today I've heard a grown woman who couldn't spell her last name, watched a cute doggie die on the sidewalk, and thrown away a teddy bear, and all before 12 noon.

It's been a very sad day :,(

*edit- add landho's love letter to the list

[freecat]

i'd go back to bed and turn off my phone if i were you.

[Guest bambam]

I've lost my mind and sent the following:

Here's how I see it: you make me better. You'll provide me with the energy and the impetus I need for greatness. I will do great things in the hopes of impressing you, and maybe you will want to impress me, too. We will help each other to understand this stupid, wondrous world, which we both love so much. You'll help me be more compassionate and loving and I'll help give you direction and organization. You'll write searingly honest letters that I will strip of excess sentiment, and you will inject some much-needed humanity and warmth into every cold and rigorous thing that I write. Sometimes we'll be poor, but we'll always eat well; we'll live off of baguettes and cereal and fresh fruits and vegetables and phở and sometimes barbecue when we don't have money. We'll try on fancy clothes and go window-shopping and end up at IKEA. We'll go to museums on free nights and use our student IDs to their fullest advantage. When we have money to burn, we'll eat at restaurants with prix fixe and buy all sorts of fancy things. We'll go see concerts and concertos and operas and buy works of art to decorate our tastefully modern living space. We'll attend parties rife with socialites and tell them stories about Haruki Murakami and Wong Kar-wai and William Gibson and Vietnam, where there are no rules and where we haven't been but where we will go one day, once the regime has fallen. We'll dazzle everyone we meet. You'll come to New York and I'll come to LA and we'll go to San Francisco and Austin and all our friends will become friends with one another and everyone will wonder how it was that they didn't know each other all along. Sometimes I feel that way about you, em. We'll be con artists on the run from the law, pretending sometimes to be brother and sister, other times to be husband and wife, and we'll be so good at what we do that we ourselves won't be able to tell the difference. We'll be playwrights because we understand English and people and the way they communicate and behave better than anyone else and we'll write critically lauded works that are commercially successful enough that our parents will proudly tell their friends that we are writers. I'll be a talk-show host and you will be a poet whose works are taught in schools. We'll look forward to the winter because wearing clothes is so fun in the wintertime but we'll look forward to summer because then we can go to the beach and loll around in the sun all day, turning a wonderful shade of brown because we're Vietnamese and that is the color we are naturally. It will seem to people that everything comes easily for us because of our natural grace and charm but they won't realize that sometimes we had to work really hard at it. And sometimes when our life affords us a well-deserved moment of rest, when things slow down enough that we can lie together on the couch and listen as Bach streams through the living room, you will ask me while playing with a lock of my hair, "What next?" and I will tell you the same thing that I will tell you now: I don't know what happens next, but I know that we'll do it better with each other.

this was probably a bad idea

[ProfMonnitoff]

that letter is so creepy

[icandunkonu]

i partied hard last night

naturally my senses dulled

now that i've sobered up they've returned

but i think they're more acute than they were before i partied

i hear everything, sight is improved and taste is superb

end transmission

[NatseOklim]

As I said in my rep to him, I'm considering sending that to random girls on facebook, without changing a single word.

[samsikle]

super bold of a letter, lan. i liked reading it, but i don't know if i would send it personally

[mrip]

I've lost my mind and sent the following:

Here's how I see it: you make me better. You'll provide me with the energy and the impetus I need for greatness. I will do great things in the hopes of impressing you, and maybe you will want to impress me, too. We will help each other to understand this stupid, wondrous world, which we both love so much. You'll help me be more compassionate and loving and I'll help give you direction and organization. You'll write searingly honest letters that I will strip of excess sentiment, and you will inject some much-needed humanity and warmth into every cold and rigorous thing that I write. Sometimes we'll be poor, but we'll always eat well; we'll live off of baguettes and cereal and fresh fruits and vegetables and phở and sometimes barbecue when we don't have money. We'll try on fancy clothes and go window-shopping and end up at IKEA. We'll go to museums on free nights and use our student IDs to their fullest advantage. When we have money to burn, we'll eat at restaurants with prix fixe and buy all sorts of fancy things. We'll go see concerts and concertos and operas and buy works of art to decorate our tastefully modern living space. We'll attend parties rife with socialites and tell them stories about Haruki Murakami and Wong Kar-wai and William Gibson and Vietnam, where there are no rules and where we haven't been but where we will go one day, once the regime has fallen. We'll dazzle everyone we meet. You'll come to New York and I'll come to LA and we'll go to San Francisco and Austin and all our friends will become friends with one another and everyone will wonder how it was that they didn't know each other all along. Sometimes I feel that way about you, em. We'll be con artists on the run from the law, pretending sometimes to be brother and sister, other times to be husband and wife, and we'll be so good at what we do that we ourselves won't be able to tell the difference. We'll be playwrights because we understand English and people and the way they communicate and behave better than anyone else and we'll write critically lauded works that are commercially successful enough that our parents will proudly tell their friends that we are writers. I'll be a talk-show host and you will be a poet whose works are taught in schools. We'll look forward to the winter because wearing clothes is so fun in the wintertime but we'll look forward to summer because then we can go to the beach and loll around in the sun all day, turning a wonderful shade of brown because we're Vietnamese and that is the color we are naturally. It will seem to people that everything comes easily for us because of our natural grace and charm but they won't realize that sometimes we had to work really hard at it. And sometimes when our life affords us a well-deserved moment of rest, when things slow down enough that we can lie together on the couch and listen as Bach streams through the living room, you will ask me while playing with a lock of my hair, "What next?" and I will tell you the same thing that I will tell you now: I don't know what happens next, but I know that we'll do it better with each other.

[nicotine]

i love eating burritos and enchiladas.

today rules already.

[sistersuzie]

And I guess that she was probably cursed, haunted by like a sweet, stretched poison, a killer snake, speeding like a snail, dipped in arsenic, pumped and drenched - in her own blood. I dreamed instincts of destructions, for her own genuine protection.

-she is aiming at her brains!

i trick my own self too much sometimes

[ojjairus]

We like herrr and she like us toooo.

Her head is dumb she need hooked on phonics.

[sistersuzie]

you don't like my grammar?:confused:

[destructodisk]

i hate this girl who is on my mind and distracting me from my shit

there is hail and tornado sirens making noise outside

[sawn-off chef]

i don't care much for sleep, but i like it even less when i'm alone.

[sophiapark]

i secretly love games like diner dash and plants vs zombies.

but i also love games like cod and mgs. even though im not that good.

.. nazi zombies ftw....

[ojjairus]

you don't like my grammar?:confused:

do i ?

10 char

[NatseOklim]

i secretly love games like diner dash and plants vs zombies.

but i also love games like cod and mgs. even though im not that good.

.. nazi zombies ftw....

That's what cheats are for.

[whitney]

I can't walk by a homeless person and continue eating. sometimes I don't have time to eat a proper meal during the day so I grab food to go..and there's so many homeless pple in San francisco I either a) hide my food before I cross the vision field of another homeless or give food away as well. I was munching on a bag of goodies that I got at work filled with bite sized candy and most seem happy, one even asked for seconds..but this one dude, when he asked for money and I offered him candy he leaped away like I was offering something tainted with anthrax or something!

bizarre.

also dark chocolate reeses peanut butter cup > milk chocolate reese peanut butter cup

[AstroWolf]

I drank too much jager last night and my brain hurts.

[DaBestSpoona]

I can't walk by a homeless person and continue eating. sometimes I don't have time to eat a proper meal during the day so I grab food to go..and there's so many homeless pple in San francisco I either a) hide my food before I cross the vision field of another homeless or give food away as well. I was munching on a bag of goodies that I got at work filled with bite sized candy and most seem happy, one even asked for seconds..but this one dude, when he asked for money and I offered him candy he leaped away like I was offering something tainted with anthrax or something!

bizarre.

also dark chocolate reeses peanut butter cup > milk chocolate reese peanut butter cup

Once this guy came on the subway asking for money for food. I offered him my leftovers from Balthazar, a lamb/watercress sandwich on baguette. He said to me, give me money stupid motherfucker. So never again. Most are gonna spend it on crack, booze, and cigarettes.

[whitney]

yah

never had them cuss out at me before that mustva been like wooah

but most beggars make good money from tourists and unsuspecting folks.

so I don't feel the need to add to that esp since they're gonna use it to buy crack, ciggy or alcohol instead of food.

there's this one skinny guy pushing around a cart full of stuff and he has two very plump, healthly looking cats.

[NatseOklim]

Never give money to homeless, always better to give to a homeless charity. I dunno in the US, but in the UK there is no reason to be homeless. You can get a shelter space quickly and even get unemployment benefit and housing support.

[freecat]

i never give money but i made some hobo "friend" by buying them stuff, not a bad thing.

but i don't care at all about eating in front of homeless person. shall i hide my arm in front of a one-armed person ? i don't mean to be rude but as much as i can understand empathy for unknown person i don't see the point of it except feeling worse. sometimes you just gotta think and live for yourself.

(no hate whitney)

[Spaghettini]

living in new york hardens you to homeless people, especially when you have offered them food and they turn it down, or hear someone with a rehearsed speech that you hear time and time again on the same train line. its crazy to close your heart of to people who really seem like they need help, but by giving them money you may just be helping their dealer.

philly is crazy though. i have had dudes wearing nicer jordans than mine ask me for money and i just look at them like they must be out of their fucking minds. straight up lazy people.

case by case basis I suppose

[minou]

i left my freshly bought pack of cigarettes at work and now i'm dying to smoke. i just hope i don't arrive tomorrow and see an empty pack. my boss was bumming a few sticks from me today and if it goes missing imma punch his face. ok maybe not.

but bottomline is... i need to fucking smoke.

[initialrt]

Im high and bout to drive to Laguna Beach and pick up some Astros for 270$