December 02, 2009
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Ava. 20 years old. Communications major. NYC.
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“How’s it gonna be?” by Third Eye Blind is playing on the radio. At this moment. On top of everything that I was thinking before…
Are you fucking kidding me?
December 02, 2009
We can never go home
We no longer have one
I’ll help you carry the load
I’ll carry you in my arms
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
Our blood is cold and we’re alone
But I’m alone with you
Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever
“No Sound But The Wind” - Editors
November 29, 2009
The last night we were together.
November 29, 2009
This is a transitory stage, that’s what this is. So much has changed. Nothing is the same. It’s meant to be weird and it’s supposed to be painful. A shedding of the skin, of prior fears and doubts. The only thing I’m certain of is the uncertainty that lies ahead. Hard work, that’s a given. Critical thinking, soon to be habitual. Determination… a necessity. With everything that has happened the past couple of weeks, I find myself with very little to say.
There is only this:
Genesis and Jaylene, you are the loves of my life and my true heroes. You both win the award for best nieces in the world.
I would also like to thank a few people who have been extremely supportive, never temporary, and always steadfast.
Katie and Cynthia. You already know what I’m thinking. I love you both.
Tyler, Caro, Haley, Katharine, James, Tess, and everyone else from Colorado who attended the memorial. Being together with all of you again the way we used to be was more than I could ask for. TS for life.
Maria. My baby momma, aka my butch lesbian chicken rapist lover, aka Bambi Eyes, aka Le Bombies, aka the one who completes me. I appreciate you beyond words and thank you for always telling it like it is. Lubbie Dubbie Wubbie.
Vee, Scott, Edward, Samantha, and Lucas. You turn mundane hours into creative ones. Stay golden.
Last but in no way least, to a person I have missed immeasurably and who perhaps is not aware of it… Tyson. At this point, language is useless. These emotions are far greater than any syntax of words could describe. All I can say is that there is a gap where you once were. You have been in my thoughts every day.
On behalf of my family and myself, thank you everyone for your condolences and support.
We love you Elena. Always. 
Elena De La Rosa
1980-2009
November 21, 2009
Sick collaboration and great cinematography for this video spot. Peep.
October 20, 2009
Food For Thought
- Katie: See, that's what happens when you drop your bagel.
- Me: What kind of bagel was it?
- Katie: Does that matter?
- Me: It's the only thing that matters. What flavor was it?
- Katie: It's dirt flavored now that I dropped it on the floor.
- Me: You just proved my point. If you had dropped it in jelly or cream cheese, it would have been a jelly or cream cheese flavored bagel and you would not be upset right now.
- Katie: I'd be eating it.
- Me: Happily.
- Katie: Yeah, I'd be happily eating it.
- Me: Merrily.
- Katie: Joyfully.
- Me: Lustfully.
- Katie: Sexually. Wait, what the fuck are we talking about?
- Me: I don't know man, but I'll tell you one thing... you should have dropped that bagel in some Michael Cera.
October 19, 2009
NYLON TV + JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT
“No more fucking commercials… Cut that shit out.”
I love this man.
October 13, 2009
