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pimpmyfirebolt
The Woman
Young female in search of social justice, honesty, strength of conviction, pure and unequivocal passion, and the occasional chai tea latte.
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
Passions
Soul freeing and beautifully disastrous moments: Catalysts that cause the heart to swell and all but explode in your chest.
Turn-offs
Homophobia. Single mindedness. Unacceptance. Distrust. Infidelity.
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| why am I dealing with constants when I can be dealing with experience? |
[02.09.06 at 12:15am] |
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I really needed a cracked out phone call last night.
It's just so comforting to know that someone out there thinks and feels almost the exact same way I do.
That perhaps I'm not completely insane.
Although it could very well be that we're both complete maniacs, but I'd like to think positive.
I had many epiphanies last night.
I'm not going to share them just yet because they need to be honed a bit, but just know they're cracked out as anything.
The point is that I'm much more at peace with my situation.
Daniels if you read this thanks for bringing a bit of sanity into my life.
You dumb slut.
( My new love Natasha. )
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| We're all mad in our own way, colors paint the grey away. |
[02.07.06 at 8:00pm] |
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I am officially a working woman.
I'm a "greeter" at Smokey Bones.
I'm spending my first pay check on shoes, clothes, and make up.
I already love it there even though I haven't had orientation yet.
haha Everyone was just so rockin' not to mention my best is working avec moi! EEP!
I've been having a rockin' week.
I needed khakis for the new job, and this bitch got a pair for 4 dollar at Old Navy.
Yea I'm amazing, you can say it.
And the other news in my life is I cut/dyed my hair.
Check it out whores.
( Vanity. )
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[01.21.06 at 5:30am] |
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Tori Amos - Leather |
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Another fab fab fabulous day!
Getting hit on at the gas pump with a potential "date" in the works.
No worries, I actually know the guy.
I was seriously on fire today.
Such high spirits not even annoying close mindedness could get me down.
SMOKEY SMOKE SMOKE SMOOOKKKKEEEEE
I'm going to gather these judgemental fools together, tie them down, then smoke a whole pack of cigarettes right into their faces. OH the satisfaction.
Puff Puff Puff Puff choke on that bitch!
Barb and I have started a documentary.
It's basically going to 'document' our crazy ass behinds driving around and harassing people.
We also like to sing. ALOT.
Look for copies sold in stores as early as May. ;)
And now to leave you with some Tori.
She and I are becoming fast friends.
"We danced in graveyards with vampires 'til dawn.
We laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn.
And I hate. And I hate.
And I hate. And I hate.
Disintegration, watching us wither.
Black winged roses that safely changed their colors.
These little earthquakes.
Here we go again.
These little earthquakes.
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces."
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| Her name is Raja. |
[01.18.06 at 10:07pm] |
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All I've asked for is genuine human interaction.
and today was a prime example.
My new 'thing' is I'm unable to sleep for more than five hours at a time.
My lucky fam fam is subjected to my bright and shining morning presence.
I was chatting with the mama dukes before she left for the day and she gave me a list of errands to run.
I do my morning work out, which BTW owns my soul.
Denise McCrackwhore, as I like to call her, is actually a very good workout.
But I digress.
So I shower and get myself ready to peace out.
Roxie is pinned in between the house and Ras's car.
So I'm like crap! I need to get out and going and I don't have a key to his car.
So I maneuvered my way out of this position.
It was so so bad. I hope none of the neighbors saw me.
I wavered between hitting the house then hitting his car until I could finally get myself out.
It was a good laugh at least, and for some reason I was in such high spirits nothing could have gotten me down.
Whilst running errands I decide I need a SalVal run.
FYI the Langhorne shop is closed for goody good.
Hurt my heart a bit. I have so many key clothing items from there. :(
Any crap, I almost decided not to go to the Fairless Hills one, but for some reason I just went.
As I'm pulling up I realize that there are a lot of cars parked outside.
Especially considering it's noon on a wednesday.
Unbeknownst to me, wednesdays are "Family Days" and everything is 50% off!
I couldn't believe it. My heart was litteraly soaring out of my chest.
And I found quite a few gems today.
I headed straight for the books, even though I rarely find anything I want there.
Right away my eyes land on "The Feminine Mystique". Just yesterday I literally said out loud how I should read this book. This bitch got it for 50 cents! It was 90% off. Ridiculous.
My talking to myself has gotten worse. For some reason today every thought I had, had to be said out loud.
I just couldn't keep it in. The crazies probably thought I was crazy.
Did I mention that I was completely drenched because I'm a cracked out bitch who likes to drive with both windows down in the rain. I just love feeling it and singing to my musics. Such a glorious feeling.
But again I digress.
Ok. I also got "The Poisonwood Bible" which I've seen so many times I decided why the hell not.
I got an official army jacket. It's freakin hot.
And three tees:
Some random maroon one that I got for the color.
An Aids walk one which ties into my Rent obsession.
And this is the weirdest.
Kay.Dubya. has attempted to coin the nick "Sica" instead of Jess for me.
Well it has yet to pick up, but the point is I found a tee with just the word "Sica" on it.
I literally stopped dead in my tracks.
It was just weird.
I have no idea what it means or why it's on a tee shirt, but I of course had to get it.
So the total:
2 books(one hard back)
1 army print jacket
3 tees
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$7.75
that's just ridiculous.
But the gloriousness doesn't end there.
I had to run to the meat store to get din din for the kiddies.
I'm in line and what do I stumble upon but a tub of jewish pickles!
I've had a hankering for quite some time now. Katers can avow to this.
But the local Wawa's let us down in this department.
I was so over joyed by the pickle discovery, I have to admit to tearing up a bit.
Luckily my number was called before I could completely break down.
Oh the joys of Levittown. I'm still in such high spirits. I chatted with the awesomest strangers today.
It re-established my faith in the population.
I feel like the cosmos were trying to tell me that there are still happy and secure individuals in this world.
And that I can be accepted back into society.
I'm not defective.
I can return to my old over friendly self.
It's just a very reassuring thought.
I would kill for a green tea right now.
Today's anthem:
"If I die today I'll be the happy phantom.
And I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard.
And I'll run naked through the street without my mask on.
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain.
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day.
And the atrocities of school I can forgive.
The happy phantom has no right to bitch.
The time is getting closer.
Time to be a ghost.
Everyday we're getting closer.
The sun is getting dim.
Will I pay for who I've been?
So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom.
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel.
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera.
There's Judy Garland taking Buddah by the hand.
And then these seven little men get up to dance.
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen.
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin.
The time is getting closer.
Time to be a ghost.
Everyday we're getting closer.
The sun is getting dim.
Will I pay for who I've been?
Will I see you dear and wish I could come back?
You found a girl that you can truly love again.
Will you call for me when she falls asleep?
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see?"
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[01.03.06 at 1:02am] |
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I want to be awake and doing things forever and always. times 1000.
When it comes down to it, what is really important in this world?
Genuine human interaction. This is all I want from life.
Real and honest feelings, thoughts, and emotions.
What else is there?
My new ridiculously over-used phrase is "Don't judge me."
Simply because I'm realizing more and more how narrow minded people really are.
If I want to smoke a million cigarettes, it's ok.
If I want to dance around my room in a floral print skirt, it's ok.
If I want to re-create scenes from movies I've thoroughly enjoyed, it's ok.
And most importantly, if I want to have friendships with openly gay/bi individuals, IT'S OK.
Brokeback freakin' mountain.
It's a goddamn movie people.
::GASP:: but what if someone thinks you're gay?!
Maybe I'm confused, but I thought we just rung in the year 2006 not 1966.
Perhaps I'm naive to think that these sorts of prejudices don't exist anymore.
Ignorance.
That's all IT really is.
Obtuse statements seem to pervade the daily conversations in my life.
All I can think is 'who are you?'
It's unnerving to experience this so much at one time.
I want my hut on the other side of the world.
Just me and the bare necessities.
Clothing. Food. Water. Shelter. and of course Nagini.
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