Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

*sighs* between the sky,the sea,and the mood in me we're all three...so terribly blue together so imagine if you will a heart forever filled with the torture of an unquenchable thirst for a night to come again like the night i knew back when we could have kissed forever had we kissed once ever chris...

her poets wear suits sewn with pretense and magic you know she won't stay unless they keep it dramatic has to feel they'll leave young via death quite traumatic when the pen scrawling black's bled dry of the tragic her poets fuck drunk and starving devour every vulnerable inch no matter how sour le...

i thought of staying sober last night then you were there outside my window one hand against the glass,the other clutched a pint and try as i might,i gave into the sight of the way i know you see the world through those stoner wink,magic deep,beauty sleep denied... blue eyes and on out past the curt...

1. watch the meteor showers.
2. wear amber in your ears.
3. accept the fact that you're going to bite your nails during the midnight movie, and be careful to not swallow any of that vixen nail polish.


[This message has been edited by chrissy (edited 11-18-2001).]

mashed potatoes MAKER? oh god.

you *are* being sarcastic, aren't you. or are you just the segue king? n'oublies pas, c'est moi qui est la reine de la tangent. so maybe we're related.

i'm manray obsessed right now, and that was next to all these male portraitures. anyway. it's 3:40. i'm shivering because the basement's cold & my neck isn't covered, and comme d'habitude, i can't sleep til after four. so i have twenty minutes to go. tonight i did shots of tequila at the croc wi...

by all rules & regulations, i should be posting this in quotes, but i regard "should" with scorn. Men Before the Mirror "many a time the mirror imprisons them & holds them firmly. fascinated they stand in front. they are absorbed, separated from reality & alone with their ...

oh my GOD, egyptian's doing delicatessan as the midnight showing. doses of jeunet all weekend. no joan jett as i was too hazy to realize which jukebox i was privy to. next time i'll write it on my hand in black sharpie. actually i'll have w.w.j.j.d. tattooed on my right hand and then i'll *never* fo...

i had my second rest at your pub post-work this eve at a caller's request. last night won hands down, as far as conversation & company go.

my throat is sore & my eyes are reminding me of when a man playing in the band for our talent show night in high school told me i needed bedroom slippers to match my bedroom eyes. but i digress. look at this line i found in this audre lorde poem: "for those of us who cannot indulge the pass...

but where were the kinks and waltzing matilda?

women are never happy, haven't you learned that yet? actually, that's sexist. and i jokingly called you a womanizer. after all, all we have is the image in our head and the slivers we're given.

i looked for you in there when i was haunting the bars the night after. i've yet to understand the charm of that place. then again, i've never had a drink there. last night was brian jonestown massacre at sit 'n spin. a less-than-well endowed man stripped to his socks on stage while two bandboys mak...

on halloween, after watching wb because, hell, batboy, naughty & spoiled are the lazy types, we headed for linda's. i was spoiled. hotpink negligee (think carol in *babydoll*) with a hotpink bob to match, throwing temper tantrums & making boys buy me drinks. i fixed my eyes on a boy a little...