July 2009
New Yorkers
danielslee:
In these past two to three days, I have had nothing better to do than people watching and eavesdropping. I’ve come to the conclusion that all New Yorkers have foul, foul mouths— just like me. I need to live here.
color dropping
I’m getting a head start on my fair winter white skin.
Dear Tan,
Its been real and its been nice, but it hasn’t been real nice.
I’m armed with SPF 75, this shit is serious!
“Queers with Gears”
– Me, (I’m starting a cult)
@danielslee
(YES, I JUST TURNED TUMBLR INTO TWITTER, KILL ME)
get a bike!!!!!! it will help your legs. And queers with gears are really hot, fixed gears that is. There are some really good 626 rides that go on all nights of the week in pasadena.
“Ill let you see me, Ill covet your regard
Ill invade your demeanor
And youll...”
– Fiona Apple
“I grew up thinking that I would find true love on crossing the golden threshold...”
– I dont remember who said this
I came here with such good intentions of writing something relevant. and I have lost my direction.
WHERE AM I GOING?
this, at present is also a metaphor for my life.
(feel free to respond with any bright ideas)
“i’m not really sure that I want a sreious thing. you shouldn’t hurt...”
– ?
I sometimes wish I could be more “simple” or simple minded, but in thinking this realize that no matter how simple or complex, I would still perceive the same level of confusion/ misunderstanding/ complexity/ chaos Etc.
apparently there is no escape.
unless, perhaps you agree that the only to escape is to admit that there is no escape. Thus your “suffering” is made void...
pasadena farmers market
going to the CFM in pasadena is amazing! I don’t think there is a better market in a better location. its every thursday at the mission gold line station from 2:30-7:30
recovery
Let the recovery begin, I have spent almost an entire week in between NewPort and Balboa Beach, totally shitfaced.
danielslee:
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“it’s very easy to get bored in this town. it’s pretty much drugs or...”
– alex
The Community
For a long time, I have felt detached from “the community,” I’ve never really been that gay, and by gay I do not mean flamboyant. What I mean to say is I have never really been that person to complain about how I have been treated, probably because I haven’t been treated badly. I dont really like the idea of being a part of boy-town, or WeHo, or the district, whichever you...
judge me.
I’m gonna get a lot of shit from people who read this but arent a part of the site. I hate twilight, I think its garbage. what a way to pacify a nation with mediocre literature. If I hear one more person going on and on and on about that series, I’m going to stuff my foot down their throat.
P.S. incase any one was wondering why novels are called novels, its because their novel.
no red for me, thanks.
Last night I had steak with my grandparents, and while it was pretty in pink. I could not shake the vomitous feeling I had during dinner. I have stopped eating any fast food with red meat in it, and when in L.A. I would rarely eat beef at all; no pun intended.
So when talking wine red is totally my color, but when it comes to food…
no red for me, thanks.
“Contented poverty is an honourable estate.” Indeed, if it be contented, it...”
– Seneca
avenue.
the dance floor was well polished the jameson was on the rocks the lighting was good so the rugs were well cut, as always. Joaquin looked white, and I looked mexican. it was magical!
tonight
Well, really it starts with this afternoon. I spent 5 hours at my Great grandmas house pruning her roses, Etc. We then had dinner and gossip about all our other family members ;)
thats how we roll.
I then went on a crazy bike ride. 15 Mi in 45 Min
now going to Avenue in Pomona.
moving forward, or sideways
Went to school today to inquire in regards to registration. Ugh! I for some reason am displeased with the Idea of going to school and not being able to take the classes I want to take. I know people are going to judge me for saying this, but I’m taking a ballet class.
Yes, I have left the city for suburbia and it had driven me to ballet, would it have been worse if I had been driven to...
boys > Glendora
The straight boys in this little pride of the foothills are very curious creatures. Almost all of them stare at me like I’m a girl, then realizing that I see them looking at me in this way, they then give me a look wich says “I really want to fuck you after I sock you in the face because you are a faggot” yes, I said the F-word.
But I’m really serious about this, the air...
hot to trot
it is hotter than he flaming pits of hell, i.e. the 7th layer of dante’s inferno.
Zachary, Renee, Chance, and I all went to the Americana. We ate at Frida, it was okay :/
I was seated in the sun, the mole was sweet(its not supposed to be sweet), and the cadillac margarita was terrible. The clothes in Kitson were beyond boring, and the mannequins at calvin klein had little dicks.
All in...
passive aggression
blogs, apparently are a great means for passive aggression in past and present relationships. with or without intention. this may however be to the demise of whatever remains of these “relationships” regardless of how awkward they may be.
Like Din and I always say, “it never ends well.”
haiku
he managed to move
and he moved away away
but hes nowhere now
haiku
and the watch ticking
away went time away
the cage on your wrist
haiku
in your bag of tricks
look for signs of who you were
clean up this mess please
12.08
I spend a lot of time thinking about things. What was, what will be and what is. I am plagued by despair at present by the very thought of you, and I feel bad because I think you would be hurt by that. I think you would like to be held positively in high regard. I go back and fourth between resenting and loving you, wondering if I really know enough about you to have ever loved you in the first...
