An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Jan 27, 2009

musics!





look at my boy man! this is him on the fiddle, or violin, or whatever you decide to call it. you should hear him play blues bass guitar or sing!.. swoon. he's my celebrity. established and NOT high. oh and the shit actually sounds good. [that was an immature low blow, but i'm done now. sorry, i can't help it. i don't feel good; my stomach is sick.] and commenting is turned off because i'm just bragging about being the luckiest girl! i apologize. i'll find something substantial to post with when i'm not about to leave for my study group.

ciao!

edited later this day @ 7:43 PM

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