When you go to Canada, bring a blanket.

Bar stools and other household items.

You supplied them all, asking for nothing in return.
You care about me, I sometimes fear you.

You want the best for me, I wouldn't accept anything less for you.
I have worry wrinkle from you, you have anxiety from me.

The only difference between you and I, my poems are simply not conspicuous.
Fuck subtlety.

True friends dance on boxes and stripper's poles when wearing minimal clothing -

"If God wanted me to go to that California, I woulda been born there" - Ranger Jay Snow's family in Oklahoma

A land of "white folk", two moon-goddesses, lots of bundas, delicious food, alluvial fans, warm sleeping bags, borax, more borax and then some. 

The cure to just about anything, is borax. 

6th Night of Chanukah

It is tradition in my family to choose one night of the eight to celebrate Chanukah, more than just lighting candles (as to be fair to Christmas). We normally will choose the Friday, as to coincide with the Sabbath and do a big dreidel night with friends and lot of latkes and kugel. This year my sister and I decided to do our own dinner and dreidel with our friends, which turned out to be a big success. She got ridiculously drunk and well it was simply hilarious...she is the type of drunk that gets super touchy and cuddly. At the end of the night, when the dreidel game had ended (we set a timer), and before anyone had the chance to count and determine the winner, she takes all of her money that she played (each person put in five dollars to bet with) and tossed it into the middle of the table. Giggling the whole time, announcing the winner: "Everyone is a winner ;)"

Finals

My birthday was almost a month now,
yet I only feel that I can start celebrating now!
A month later, why?
Academics. I often want to do so much, and man, it makes you tired.

So thank you to everyone that made my birthday amazing.
Now let's go have some fun and tiring fun!

AshTang.

AshTang, the hottest search engine in my whole life! Fuck Google.

What a Sav(Age)

I was featured in a blog post, pretty darn cute if u ask me..

Left to right: Pumpkin, boy with an intense stare, birthday girl #1,          birthday girl #2, and soon to be birthday girl #3. 

boundaries? that is the question.

Things I am looking forward to on my trip:

1. Books on tape.
2. Lots of caffeine.
3. Butt massages form Alex.
4. Truck driver exercises for a pit stop.
5. 14 hours in a car with only Alex.
6. Gossip about his sex life.
7. Gossip about his friends.
8. Gossip.
9. Peeing into a funnel that is rigged to a pipe, and attached to a jar.
10. Emptying the jar into the toilet or even just the side of the road if/when we actually make a stop.

Juliana Pick-Up Your SKYPE.

Thank you for your purchase! 

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Seattle/Tacoma, WA - SEA  to  San Jose, CA - SJC

Monday, September 19, 2011

That is right, I my friends am going to Oregon, Seattle, and Canada! 

"Ubuntu" I am because you are.

Ju, I miss u.

A Conversation Between Me & You

Me: What is track 12 of “DJu Wan?”

You: You make no sense.

Me: The CD you made me two years ago.

You: The DJ may be Morgan Page? Sorry, in Redwood City getting ___.

Me: Can I come with you next time?!

You:                             (no response)

Me: Please.

You: (changing the subject) Btw…Little _____ito has been testing me all the way from Middle America.

Me: Oh __________ito, if only u knew. Yr tactics stand no chance..or do they? Has my Lil’ Birdwatcher gone coocoo for someone else’s eggs? Keep in mind that u can get them for far less than what this may cost u. Slash Middle America, its awfully subsidized to seem to like quality market goods and services.

The very definition of PROUD. This is PRIDE. 

I am sad I could not be there this year.

Far From Daisies.

Being disconnected to the world means not having to face reality.

Frankly it is quite nice, and I wish that I could have resisted the dying temptation to communicate with those that hold any single sentiment.

What you hear does not pertain to any yellow Daisies.

Ironically, you wish that you had never spoken to them, you wish that you had never thought about the yellow Daisies shining in the sun’s rays.

This utopian idea quickly flitters off in the distance, as the harsh veracity of life sinks in. Deeper than the flowers’ roots that shallowly grip the soil, harder than the tap of the key from which builds characters making the god forsaken sentence, the count of all accountability.

You are my Dark and Twisted, yet if I am the other, don’t let me be the only.

I am lands away, and even my tears don’t make a moat long enough to sail my way back.

But alas, the feeling resides inside my body as if mites that only want to further make there mark. The permetherin doesn’t make a difference, it doesn’t stop the box full of buttons, the bearer of bad news from transmitting themselves to me: of which they are not shared with anybody else. These buttons have no answers, yet they are the only superficial emotion that I get with such a distance.

Now as I sit here, copying my insides onto paper under a candlelight that flickers with each fly, their surrounding nuance only brings to the forefront another actuality. I cannot hold you, and I cannot tell you it will be alright.

The moat stands a few miles long as of now, but faults far too many to make it to the San Andreas line. The mark of the Chosen One, the mark that says you are here because of love, this love that is more powerful than anything else known.

The tornado doesn’t stop, patroficos totalis.

If you get the chance, if you choose to connect yourself, you soon will find that the tornado does not die down. The wind will blow you to the next day, with destruction always damaging the little yellow Daisy.

If you ever thought that you could be a true friend from a far distance- 

Realize that your drops of tears may keep falling, 

All of which doesn't make the slightest difference when they can’t even see your face.