beth motherfucking kirby.

b thang.

SHUTUP in my boudoir

it has to be said

i would like to take this oppurtunity, publicly, with availability, that i am trule sorry for the way that i am.

truly sorry.

sorry for being a shell, a cut-out, a blank.

also thankyou.

-

squint
Originally uploaded by imperialdoughnut.

seriously, though.

what the fuck am i doing.

cash or credit, cheque or debit?

[x]

okay, i was right. i seriously do
not exactly as if i can write what i want to on here.
i always feeel like somebodys waaaatchiiin meeee
tell me is it just a dream?
woah-oh-oh....not really, and apologies for the funk/motown outburst.
but, yet again, i am undecided.perhaps it is the fact that it is:

sweets versus whiskey
and weezer versus brahms
and computers versus cameras
and blue versus black
and making 'love' versus making out.

against a door.
what am i thinking?! i dont know, ask him. ask him. he won't know. neither will he.
oh gosh, i am acting like this to keep myself for crying.
now i am crying because i just realised that.

ive been listening to the blood brothers alot more. they are really good.
looking at a skeletal tree with tiny knuckles and the sun is painful but i carry on staring. i am wondering if i'll ever be able to move from this spot.

i'm never going to make a decision, but just know that i am going to drink whiskey.

over and out.

19.11.04

operatorator

i'm listening to the blood brothers.

quote of the day
"it keeps smelling of weed? i have no idea why"
"maybe 'cause there's a fucking ton of it right next to you?"

i've been doingexamswatchingplaysonthephonesigingdancing

i have study leave soon.
i want to see michael

maaaakin' me cry baby baby..
operatorator the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world"

develop.
xx

8.11.04

do you wanna take me on?

oh, why brain must you torture me so? you are so capricocious and reason-less..

- me, trying to console my friend. by jove, im a genius.

how to lose the point

thankyou michael, i love you. it is excellent.

i have decided many things for myself lately.
mainly, i am tired of being fat and so i just did half an hour of pilates. it wasn't even patronizing! patronising.

did you know water increases your metabolism? im drinking lots of that too.

i hate school, i want to go to college and do art and make things and write junk and talk all the bloody time, so:
1. fine art: doing art.
2. photography: making things.
3. english l&l: writing junk.
4. philosophy: talking.

i dont like being in a class where i know i am more intelligent than the teacher. it is disconcerting, i mean - what kind of faith does that fill you with? i want a blow dart to anathaethatise my french teacher with, my head teacher is power drunk. stupid bloody, bald, zip-pocketed, glasses-wearing asshole teacher man. fear my wrath blahblahblha. blah.
anyway, i fear my beloved is poorly and sick and sick and ill!i want to be ill, i havent been properly ill since the day i had to perform our devised piece. that was when i had a drama teacher who was not try-hard and camp and wore a brown coat so that he *actually* looks like a clean-shaven bear.

i remember once there was a lipstick called 'camp'.i wonder who maybelline intended it for?

the sky changes too fast for me. when i started this is was loaded and lilac, and now it is the colour of my water bottle. damn you god.

5.11.04

stiiilll broken

i aim to get it up before r s t u v w x y z.

sorted one half but the link for everything is messed up.
HELP ME

and i will love you FOREVER
xx xx xx xx

4.11.04

none

subject 1:

answer: why does this always happen to me?

subject 2:
answer: why does this always happen to me?

subject 3:
answer: i don't understand why this happened to me/

subject 4:
answer: -

14 out of 27.

2.11.04

whiskey

is poison.

operator

recent morsels

my other links.

old morsels.

25.11.04