Spaz
-Someone who thinks irrationally and is giving you a hard time, usually about something insignificant, or someone who generally randomly overreacts.
-An irrationally nervous or jumpy person.
-A person who gets mad at the drop of a dime for small / insignificant things and blows it up in to a big unnecessary deal.

Emo
A group of white, mostly middle-class kids who find imperfections in their life and create a ridiculous, depressing melodrama around each one.

Melodrama
Exaggerated emotion and hyperbole.

Hysteria
Once termed to be a disorder of only women, the original cure was for the doctor to masturbate the woman. Mostly it is characterized by uncontrollable emotion in a given situation.

Unrequited
Most commonly used when referring to a strong romantic feeling for someone that is not returned. This is often due to a one sided platonic relationship. A relationship is often built up in ones head, only to find out that the other person does not feel the same way, therefore it is unrequited.

Delusional
An idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality or rational argument, typically a symptom of mental disorder.
PHRASES: Delusions of grandeur: a false impression of one’s own importance.

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I laughed, and laughed, and cried.

Elizabeth Short, a 22-year-old wannabe actress, spent several years moving around, gaining odd jobs. Her passion for servicemen and aspiration to be famous made her a “different” woman of her time. She reportedly hooked up with a variety of men and women, one reported to having been Marilyn Monroe. Her name “the Black Dahlia” evolved from her black hair and black attire. On January 15, 1947, a passerby spotted her nude body in a vacant lot near Hollywood. Her body had been hacked in half with a butcher knife; many believe she was still alive, yet unconscious at the time she was being held by the limbs with rope or some other tying device, and severed in two. She was bruised and beaten. Grass had been forced into her vagina, fecal matter was found in her mouth cavity and she had been sodomized after death. Various reports came into the LAPD, some people saying they first thought the body was a mannequin. They never caught, who did it.

there is a God after all, watch seconds 02:15 to 02:30 and you’ll believe too.

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The Moon for Sep 06, 2006
Illuminated Fraction: 0.996
0.5 days until full moon

does anyone have anita mui’s “heroic trio” theme song on mp3? yes?! hook a brothah up.

downladed the great debussy marilita suggested, nearly poisoned self with nasty couscous, tried to recoup with chocolate bars. but. vomit. lots. movie of the week with nancy travis. of course. dies. now i die too.[?] i leave my entire estate to mary collins.

goddamn if Munich isn’t the most boring film of the last 10 years
if i see another jews-persecution-complex-movie i’ll vomit
alright already

Edie はなされるパリからのハンドメイドの人形15 年行く、稀なオレンジ色、
樹脂ボディ、非常に限られるハンドメイドの衣服の人間毛のかつら、である。

Zsazsa は多数に、Edie の前の多くの年作られた。彼女は棒の彼女の車をこわした。

ガスを作り出すこの人は私でない。私は彼が私だったことを望む。彼の代りのI 。

ay..
i said i needed chocolate
and then E. got me it.
plus coke.cacola.

in othah news,
this:

has turned up.

other news include:
motherfucking summer is nearly over
it says so right on the calendar, Aug29th
it should end any day now. must end. please end.
+
i start rehearsals in a few.

oh the insanity
only click if you are privy to the wonders of Ethel Merman.
if not, still click it mothafuckah and get a Broadway clue.

There it is again,
a Summer Sunday.
Someone Shoot me.

“Well done my dear,
next I’ll teach you
the beehive.”

groundhog day.

In other news, Carli Norris and Jo Bending, both of whom we studied with at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, same class, got in touch via myspace. I love my RADA classmates.
And Judson K. whom I knew from from Richard Foreman’s Ontological Theater in New York when I was an intern there, also send word.

Myspace is vulgar.

Now everybody put your wigs on and say: I’m not really here.

sing with us

<--cliki I saw somebody who reminded me of you before you got afraid i wish that you could've stayed that way i saw a little girl i stopped and smiled at her she screamed and ran away it happens to me more and more these days and these songs that you sing do they mean anything to the people you're singing them to people like you i saw a photograph a woman in a bath of hundred dollar bills if the cold doesn't kill her, money will i read a magazine
that said by seventeen
your life was at and end
i’m dead and i’m perfectly content

and these songs that i sing
do they mean anything
to the people we’re singing them to
people like you

and these songs that we sing
do they mean anything
to the people we’re singing them to
tonight they do.

what is it? in the song? that she says?
i saw a little girl – i stopped and smiled and her – she screamed and ran away ♬ ♩♫　♩　♪ ♫　 ♫　♬ ♩　♪
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made a new friend, I don’t know who she really is.
she gave me this:

it’s real.
she has marvelous taste.

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sandvoss, how, hm.

screen cap by olga-saglo

not only is it still summer, it’s sunday too. the HELL.
at least there’s Charlotte‘s new song “The Songs That We Sing” which is splendid.

“Alex Dane showed up on time despite getting majorly lost. She entered the studio, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready to go – a friendly, out-going, attractive lady with shocking white hair, piercing blue eyes, pretty face, slim trim body and just full of energy. After an hour in the bathroom she emerged a drunken siren, no makeup and hair a mess. Obviously she spent that whole time drinking. That was a recurring theme throughout the day, even after I siezed her booze, she kept going into the bathroom for long periods of time. She brought with her two large bottles of Smirnoff Ice and consumed nearly one entire bottle. She was staggering, loud, demanding and obnoxious. She was far too drunk to send home, she would likely kill someone, so I took her booze away, insisted she eat some lunch and then we slowly worked. The first two still sets had to be done over, she was so drunk. She claims she needs to drink because she is nervous and it helps her smile. I’m offering a couple of those photos for your evaluation of her drunken “smile”. Body drooping, eyes shut or half-closed, slack-jawed, wobbly, unable to follow any direction at all. Oh, she gave head with her teeth. Her explanation was “Oh, when I give head I get lock-jaw, sorry”. She walked through the door at 2pm and left at 9pm. We only did the minimum on our shoot, leaving out several things we normally do and we didn’t do a magazine spread we had planned.”