i got a new pair of chucks! mmm... chucks.
Saturday, July 24, 2010 / 9:57 PM
Okay.
Okay.
Okaaaaaay. I admit it. I was moody this entire first half of the weekend. I was cranky and unbearable. I'm okay now.
It could be the Rum Punches talking. Mmm.
I wish the History Channel was a real person. I'd tap that.
Okay, definitely the R. Punch talking.
This top makes my cleavage look as if it needs some whipped cream and a cherry on top. Oooo.
I showed my mom how I climb a tree. I have never seen her laugh so hard.
I'm gonna keep watching this show.
9:46:05 PM Jennifer: <3 love chicago
9:46:27 PM Miss Ria: im watchign this thing on the worls most extreme airports
9:46:37 PM Jennifer: LOL RANDOM AS HELL
9:46:57 PM Jennifer: "THIS AIRPORT IS SO EXTREMEEEEE!!! YOU BUNGEE JUMP IN THE SKYYYY"
9:47:10 PM Miss Ria: LMAO YOU WANNA CONGA ON THE RUNWAY
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt