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[Friday, June 5th, 2009 @ 1:09am] |
You complete me.
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[Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 @ 7:53pm] |
happy.
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[Thursday, May 14th, 2009 @ 9:38pm] |
follow me on twitter.
I finally gave in and made the damn thing haha.
www.twitter.com/Jenny_Thompson
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[Thursday, April 30th, 2009 @ 12:09am] |
My life has been so busy!
I've been working a lot.
Jaco and Goose were here from Hawaii for a couple weeks.. They leave tomorrow morning at like.. 6am. (No Jaco and I aren't dating anymore.. just friends)
Also, tomorrow night I have a photoshoot with Jeremy Saffer. He's shooting a shoot for MickDeth of Eighteen Visions' new booty shorts line. So I get to be shot with him. Its going to be so fun! Good opportunity for me!
Friday night Tiffany and I are going to go out clubbing as usual and then heading to New Jersey on Saturday for Bamboozle.
I won a free hour of tattoos from my tattoo artist.. totally stoked on that! I'm going to get a blue dying rose or something on the inside of my upper left arm!! WOOOOOOO!!!
Look I have even more color now!
Its coming along.
Can't wait!
Anyway, I'll put up the pics from tomorrow soon.
And of course the Rock of Love Party we're hosting on May 9th. Get at me if you're interested in that.
:)
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[Friday, November 28th, 2008 @ 11:00pm] |
Jaco's flying me to Hawaii for New Year's.
Here I come:
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| ERIK LAMB |
[Monday, November 17th, 2008 @ 2:30pm] |
I figured I'd help spread the word.
I was supposed to be in this video but I got conjunctivitis. :(
But watch this over and over again.
Its amazing.
I <3 Erik Lamb.
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[Tuesday, October 21st, 2008 @ 12:59am] |
I feel as safe with you as I do in a 8 by 8 room, made of sticks and all
windows. Your words like rocks that the pedestrians throw from the
roads. No protection from the guilt you forced on my concious.
So let me finish, before you interrupt me with your manipulative
accusations, I have more respect for me than your entire teeny bopper
population. Never again will I let someone take advantage of a heart
big enough for the both of us. Never again will I allow someone to grab
me by the hands and distract me while they tie strings to my limbs.
I’ll never live a life other than my own, because as far I’m concerned
its the only one worth anything. So stop poisoning me with your jealous
heart. I stood taller than skyscrapers before you detonated the bomb
you call your love, let me clean up this mess you left behind and
rebuild. I will never again be played for the fool you convinced me I
was. I will never again change anything other than my number. You say I
lost the best thing to ever happen to me, but since when did packing and
leaving me behind become a characteristic of someone who deserves that
name? And since when did touching someone underaged make you think I’d
ever look at you the same? Never again will I feel the need to apologize
for my past or the events that lead up to me meeting you. The only
apology that should be announced should be the one coming from you,
where you apologize for ever putting me through the hell that you put me
through. A prisoner in my own home, working to my bare bones to afford
a place you could invite infidelity through our phone whenever I left
you alone. I won’t take this, god damnit. I don’t deserve this, god
damnit. I’m not stupid or blind or flirtatious. I’m not every whore you
stuck it to before. I don’t fiend for attention. I am the complex of
complex that you tore down to the simplest of simple. Vulnerable. You
knew I was too weak to leave you, and the dreams that I followed were
not even my own, but I believed in you and I left home after home. And
on one day you were willing to throw me away like yesterdays news
printed too late. But I refuse to wait around to listen to what you
have to say because as far as I’m concerned you have nothing to say.
I’ll cut these strings you pulled and sever the ties, you already burnt
this bridge when you opened her thighs. So trust me when I tell you
this, never again will you feel my breath on your back when we sleep,
never again will you feel my heart beat. Never again will your hand fit
in mine, never again will you breathe in my lungs or race from the rain
to inside. I’d tell it to your face, but I’d rather never see you again
and I’m sorry but I’m strong enough now...and this is the end.
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[Sunday, July 20th, 2008 @ 11:22am] |
Alright..so I figured I'd elaborate on my last entry.
Basically I don't feel like myself lately.
I miserably walk around with my head down. I was stronger than this.
I thought that being in a relationship again was the right answer, but it reversed the hard work I put forth to become independent. I can't do this. I need to be single. I need myself back.
I thought I was ready.
I thought wrong.
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[Saturday, July 19th, 2008 @ 5:02pm] |
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I'm not as happy as I'm pretending.
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| NEWEST POEM |
[Sunday, December 9th, 2007 @ 9:36pm] |
when all the drugs run out
and the bartender locks the doors from the inside
you're the only sorry son of a bitch left
swaying from the barstool to the exit sign
and no amount of quarters in the jukebox
will lessen the blow
from a lover long gone past, your hearts won't let you forget
and god damnit these nights don't get any easier
when you stumble out the door
the parking meters are your only means of support
like the long haired ghost of your past
who held an entiere country of your mistakes
between her breast plate
and you swore to yourself you'd never regret
a single memory you'd wanna forget
and now you can't even find the courage
to look at yourself in shimmering, parked cars
and when the rain starts to fall
you shield your eyes with a swollen temper
afraid the droplets will reflect something less than a miracle
Before all this, everything was so heavenly
and you sweat, and you sweat it out
but this is unlike any other illness
infectious, hazardous, cancerous
you'd rather die young than have her look the other way
she swore she'd grow old
and you'd grow old too
and the ink your flesh would never get old
but you heard from a friend of a friend of her's
she already made an appointment at the rundown shop
at the corner you met
and you'd rather die young, you'd rather die young
so this is all you have now
your memories are only drunken casualties
spread across the dark roadway
as you drag your feet to the beat of the barking dogs
who strayed away from home
and in this moment you realize everyone strays from home
or else how would they ever know
a house doesn't make a home
because in a huge house, you sit alone
but when your heart sits in someone else's ribs
and they care for it as if it was theirs
you are finally home
and you'd kill to go home.
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[Sunday, November 18th, 2007 @ 11:24pm] |
also friend cleanup..
so if you can see this and only a couple of my other entries it means you were deleted.
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[Tuesday, November 13th, 2007 @ 1:46am] |
I don't get why people get famous
while people like this are stuck playing at coffee shops.
i just randomly found this.
Her voice is amazing/
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[Tuesday, November 6th, 2007 @ 9:47pm] |
sweeet face!!
OBV NOT DONE YET!
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[Saturday, November 3rd, 2007 @ 12:52pm] |
I gotta get ready for work.
but don't worry.
Halloween pics WILL be up.
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