tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73032972494399494342011-08-14T00:05:50.842-07:00Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-67468121315769708522011-08-06T02:19:00.000-07:002011-08-06T03:08:35.534-07:00<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://lu-yi.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-color.html"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT25j09iTbY/SwGRwwowvRI/AAAAAAAAYfY/UNgo1Yzvmd8/s1600/Tiiu+Kuik+-+Velvet+-+May+2008+%285-2008%29+...jpg" target="_blank" /></a><br /><a href="http://lu-yi.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-color.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Velvet magazine</span></span></a></div><div>It was like someone pulled my plug; I slept for thirteen hrs straight. Slept like a big boar in a cave. Slept; like Sleepin Beauty (the Cavassilas version); like seduced by Benzodiapines. No dreams, no shifts of color, no pee breaks. Just solid blackness. 46000 seconds of blessed vacuum.<br /><br />And then: eyes open to sunshine.<br /><br />No electricity n no AC. Bedroom air full of hot flashes. I open my eyes to Silverlake sun. Turn around in the cocaine white sheets, skinny palmtrees outside smilin back at me. I watch the leaves and branches gently boppin away in the glitterin pool. I smile. I smile like an infant that jus learned how 2 control face muscles. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-6746812131576970852?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-25947575479957701832010-02-22T12:45:00.000-08:002010-02-22T12:47:35.338-08:00Slow dance. Beer in hand. Head on shoulder. Me goin on and on and on about the Pandabear. Then he screams in my hair:<br />we should open a starbucks<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-2594757547995770183?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-53677808844940536612010-02-20T02:47:00.000-08:002010-02-20T02:48:27.346-08:00Like realizin all ur friends secretely got matchin tattoes. Just like that. Watchin the whole world gettin matchin tattoes.<br />Have a Vitamin Water why don't u?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-5367780884494053661?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-90381167016992867382010-02-19T06:38:00.000-08:002010-02-19T06:42:06.379-08:00<img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iG9x0rt8wHc/S36i15m5fWI/AAAAAAAAACI/BKMx96hKbZg/s320/brianaustingreen11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="A beauty" /><br />Walking down sunset daddy grabs my arm. <br /> "look" he sez "that's Brian Austin Green. Right there. From Beverly Hills 90210"<br />I look. A little'ol dude with a moustache stand by the sidewalk eating a frankfurter.<br /> "So it is" I say.<br />Brian-Austin-Green. The happiest day of my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-9038116701699286738?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-17079212275869968262010-02-17T06:22:00.000-08:002011-08-05T00:36:22.934-07:00Yer too fucking complicated, they tell me, but I'm not. <br />Give me a bottle of Mad Jack and room to pee and I'm set 4 <br />another decenium.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-1707921227586996826?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-64723959564562555472010-02-17T04:57:00.000-08:002011-08-05T00:36:51.653-07:00I climbed the letter "H" today. <br />Took a sip of my Mad Jack and realised I had 2 options. <br /><br />1. Learn from my mistakes. Grow as human. <br />2. Disappear into a Mad Jack haze.<br /><br />The bottle was half full so I decided 2 go with number two.  <br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-6472395956456255547?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303297249439949434.post-10173174546054240032010-02-16T05:00:00.001-08:002010-02-16T05:00:37.466-08:00ahha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303297249439949434-1017317454605424003?l=hollywoodsigngirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hollywood Sign Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02083893798852538908noreply@blogger.com0