Beauty

There is this woman. I thought that she was beautiful. But, as I got to know her I found out that she was ugly. Not your traditional unattractiveness, she was ugly inside. The way she spoke, the manner in which she carried herself and the way she treated other people all added up as exhibits which present her clear ugliness.

Now, she is beautiful.
And, I am jealous. That is true.
But, I am beautiful inside. And, that I'd always rather be.

But, nonetheless
Why is this world so obsessed with the ways in which we look?
Because it would seem to me that is a very unsturdy way to live
Since primarily we change. As humans, we change. So there.
But also, of all the matter floating in space and all the questions and imponderables on earth, why does beauty matter?

i've come to a point in my life's cycle where my image is the least of my concerns (much to the dismay of my boyfriend). i actually happen to be beautiful on the outside. that is, i'm fit, young, pretty and good looking--i hold many of the standards for what is good--nice rack, cute butt, pretty face...blah blah..but, i don't much use it anymore. i just haven't much been interested in showing myself. i'm pissed i cut my hair. i was growing it for 5 years. then some idiot cheers me on and i take a pair of sissors and start chopping. i had no idea how upset it would make me.

blogging is blogging is blogging is blogging
does anyoen read this
where does this go
my inner most thoughts
and my private feelings
who reads this?
are you reading this?
let me know.

My favorite websites

http://news.bbc.co.uk/
http://ww.craigslist.org/
http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
http://www.overheardinphilly.com/
http://www.fark.com
http://www.idealist.org

Excellent Reflexes Mr. President

Aren't we all just failing anyway?

Often times I wonder if humans haven't already treaded Earth enough for the oceans to cave in, the fish sucked inside; I imagine the people may die if all that is said on television is true.

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the boy sits on his steps unimpressed
his sister getting her hair done
she rests
along side her mothers lap
in a wave of love and devotion
and the candles
oh the candles
:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081218/ap_on_el_se/ny_senate_seat

violent your turning violent

do i have free press?

Second Life

Ready for a new one ?
Check out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b72CvvMuD6Q

Stor(i)es of inspiration

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/7770860.stm
don't be scared.

I write

The internet exploded in my face. Or so it felt like. I remember being 14 years old. Alone, 11 o'clock at night, up pounding my index fingers away at a keyboard. Then, my mom was the only person I knew who used one. The secretary at school, too, but that was it. Until, AOL came out and we started going online and IMing until we couldn't see the screen anymore. Printing out conversations, talking to boys, gossiping with girls. High School was just about to start and the internet revolution was under way. I had no way of knowing at that time what computers and the world wide web would bring to our lives.

Over the next 8 years the internet has taken off. Today the impact is substantial and this technological, abstract and numerical world manages the way we live. We have come to recognize the internet as an extension of ourselves. There exists no privacy because we are the internet; We grow inside a vast enterprise and network of knowledge and information.

what do i do?

hmm...

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ha-lar-i-ous