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What It's Brought Me To. [Jun. 22nd, 2010|02:13 am]

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Birthday [Oct. 12th, 2009|01:34 am]
[Mood |goodgood]


Walk on Beverly, originally uploaded by the1withtheeyes.

Today was my 14th "sober" birthday. I woke-up at Christain's. He'd left for a bike ride a few hours earlier. I popped up and darted over to Spence's to spend the day with him and Skeeter, his dog, which has become my sort of pet-neice. Breakfast at Lulu's, as I logged and charted every last thing I ate into my iPhone app that micro manages my weight. We walked to The Grove and back, enjoying the day, and window shopping at every last change. Dinner was with Nanda. We haven't seen one another in quite while. He hadn't seen my place. I've been here a year. A week, or so, shy of a year. He's taller then my memory credits him. He still has that look in his eyes. It makes me want to crawl inside.

14 years. I write because I think this one will slip past me unnoticed. Thank you for listening.

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Art [Jun. 15th, 2009|11:42 pm]

Tea Party, originally uploaded by the1withtheeyes.

We made art last night. Poptart brought over a host of costumes, dressed both her dog and Spence's, and set up a tea party in front of the green screen. He, of course, has a green screen in his living room... of course. I, as usual, shot candids, or better said, production stills.

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no biggie [May. 28th, 2009|10:20 pm]
[Mood |accomplishednot much]




It's the view from the hot dog place.  Even if you're afraid to try the wieners, the french fries are worth it.  A hipster hideaway in what I consider a still un-reclaimed part of downtown.  It's actually peaceful there on the weekends.  Peaceful... desolate.... same same.


So... here we go... I had a booby consult today. I was there. I was already AT the doctor's. Turns out I don't actually want a boob job. Everything was too big. They said "everyone always regrets not going larger." I said, "No. Really. I don't LIKE big boobs."
      "Are you sure you're from orange county."
      "I live in Long beach."
I pretty much took off my top and said, "whad'da ya think?" There was something said about my boobs needing to be as big as my butt. Sure sure, my profile looked nice and proportioned with the implants slung into my bra, but I couldn't get over how matronly it seemed to make me look. It's so not stylish. So not stylish. When I'd lift up my top, they made my body look great; all super womanly and soft and sexy, but, sadly, I will not be living topless.

I miss the kids.
I bought a new car.
I'm into a book right now.
Spence got a dog. I'm calling it Pupply-Wupply until he at least names it.
My house looks great, save the back half of the studio.
and I get to see my mom all the time.

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I am the best ex-girlfriend on the pLAneT. [May. 20th, 2009|01:17 am]
[Mood |blanki don't know, but I'm beat.]
[Music |OK]


A&P, originally uploaded by the1withtheeyes.

I could be a better photographer, granted. But I am one hell of a friend.

Preston asked me to shoot Auby. I play with cameras. I shoot candid. I don't know this lighting stuff. The more I toyed with it, the worse it seems to get. When I shoot, i pay attention to the edges, composition, and I look for the story. Shooting under lights must be a discipline, because there was a host of mistakes I saw once I uploaded the photos. I think they're gunna make me do it again.

To see what we got, click  here )

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(no subject) [May. 19th, 2009|12:50 am]
[Mood |depressedblack sweatshirt]

I was chilly, wandering around my apartment. I had been cleaning out some stuff and found I'd placed your black sweatshirt to the side, not knowing what precisely to do with it. So, chilly, threw it on myself. It no longer smells like you. I don't like that I can't recall your sent. I like it even less that it smells like something else. It's huge. I think of you filling it out, and I think that your heart is this big, and I think of how huge you love me. Maybe loved me. I think this sweatshirt makes me sad, but I think I'm going to sleep in it tonight.
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Miss. You. Dude. [May. 13th, 2009|11:55 pm]
[Mood |sad.]

My damn house is too quiet, or empty, or still, or I'm just plain too alone. I know it's all a state of mind. I was so excited and relieved by this move. I had a wonderful time on my trip. I don't think I've come home yet. They're just walls that house me.
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The Ponies. [May. 6th, 2009|02:26 am]
[Location |up in the sky]
[Mood |draineddrained]
[Music |Ohhh. Stuff.]

Caught at a state in between. Some 36,000 feet from the ground. I'd prefer it if I could stay here. I always think to drink when at this height. Something about not being on the ground equaling not being in the world. And at that, I, for some reason, always feel 'in place' when in flight. Taxis, ticketing, and parking; all foreplay to getting off world.

I like that I travel for love. Sometimes less. And on rare occasion, a horse race. I am returning from the Kentucky Derby. Don't be fooled, there was a handsome man at the other end. A lover from my past. I have missed him so dearly. Time does cause things to fade, this just doesn't seem to be one of them. I've often wondered if the lack of understanding of our demise was the true cause of my torment. But really, i guess it doesn't matter.

The day of the races, I screamed for winners, learned to gamble, and laughed with this pain in my chest. My life is filled with adventure. Some of it occurs in my heart. Maybe all of it does. Pageantry, horses, hats. Roses, and bourbon, and a paddock full of people. We danced in the dark, as he sang me our songs. I always cry when he sings. I looked onto a face I thought I would never see again. It was the best birthday ever.
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I've Always Loved Him best [Jan. 23rd, 2009|02:28 am]
[Mood |happyhappy]


I gave Brother a Thomas Kinkade puzzle for Christmas last year. Thought it was great. The snow embellishments supposedly glows in the dark. Thought it suiting for the self-proclaimed Painter Of Light. Brother had the audacity to put it together, frame it, and returned it to me this Christmas.






And this for good measure.
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(no subject) [Jan. 6th, 2009|01:40 pm]










New Years Day.
Portland.
NW 3rd.


I am awaiting boarding at PDX.  The cold has been tough while I've been here this time, but I'm finding I am resistant to what now appears to be the oppressive sun of California.  Funny that.

Cheers.

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