I still remember in my mind how things used to be.

I know that you will understand.

2005-05-18T04:59:56Z

I deleted sixty people from my friends list.
Please don't take it personally.
It really has nothing to do with you. REALLY.
I'm still uncertain about a few people on there.
We'll see.

ambulancesex405 @ 2005-03-31T08:54:00

2005-03-31T16:51:32Z

I feel like a big idiot.

He want it easy; he want it relaxed. Said I can do alot of things, but I can't do that.

2005-02-28T07:47:20Z

**
hahah, sometimes i can't get over how giddy we can make ourselves.
in this picture we are hanging over a van and we didn't know it was occupied by this old guy till we all started walking away from it and this guy came out looking scared. hey man, all we were doing was smoking out of a bong in the street. we were just trying to have a good time, man.

try it once and they liked it.
(they) try to hide it.

Well you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive

2005-02-15T11:25:07Z

Jump out of bed as soon as you hear the alarm clock!! You may also find it useful spending five minutes each morning saying to yourself: "Every day in every way I am getting better and better" Perhaps it is a good idea to start a new day with the right frame of mind.

do not cry out or hit

dear journal,
i hardly feel alive these days.
i sometimes fear that i will forever be stuck in this constant comatose.
rachi

It's a panic attack, it's only an act, yeah.

2005-01-26T08:57:08Z

-"Now make sure when the New year hits you go indoors because they shoot their guns around here."
-"No, it's cool man. We'll put our hoods on."

Edit the sad parts.

2005-01-25T22:26:59Z

dang, it's a beautiful day today you guys.

When you cry those aren't your tears but I'm there falling down your cheek.

2005-01-24T00:20:05Z

No more sangria, ever.

You're not supposed to say that. You talk way too much.

2005-01-21T18:37:33Z

Listen up!
Hahah. Okay, this is totally gonna sound like I'm making this shit up 'cause it's so random, but seriously, I'm not. So, last night, I'm super faded with Vivian and we're headed back home from Pasadena/Silverlake and we're in the mood for something fresh and something snappy so she pulls into Vons so we could buy fruit. We get out of the car and start walking into Vons and guess who's walkin out?

Mother fucking Cedric.
And us being the smug little bitches we are, nevermind the fact that we'd just been listening to Mars Volta in the car, we didn't bust the whole superfan omg! i've met ya before, how are you?, or i love you. We just straight made eye contact and he gave us the head nod and we gave it back. It was tiiight. He totally knew we recognized and respect his ass too.
Of course once we left Vons we totally freaked out like little girls but that's beside the point.
The point is we straight up saw Cedric while shopping for pears at Vons.

So, fucking random.

I'm having Thai with Nella today and then we're going to Amoeba.
Gonna get faded.
Should be good.

<3Rachi
♥♥

Forty zero zero. That's my only name. And in a few days my calculator erase.

2005-01-19T20:22:44Z

Straight up stole this from Daniella</a></b></a>nelladoll, it's her art and our shows.

1/20 elefant
1/27 french kicks/dios malos
2/12 blood brothers+ CHINESE STARS<33
2/17 the Locust!!!/ Ex Models!!!
2/18 blonde redhead/interpol<3
2/25 Hot Hot Heat
3/12 Coldplay/ Cafe Tacvuba and more
3/21 BLOC PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3/24 pretty girls make graves/ KILL ME TOMORROW!/ dios malos
3/29 m. ward
5/4 Reggie and the full effect

Oh and Coachella of course :]

Haha, our hair looks tight.

I thought I was someone else, someone good.

2004-12-29T22:59:52Z

Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park
And then later when it gets dark we go home

Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
And then later, a movie too and then home

Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun

Just a perfect day
You make me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good

Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap
Just what you sow
You're going to reap
Just what you sow
You're going to reap
Just what you sow
You're going to reap
Just what you sow

You realize then you forget what you've been trying to retain.

2004-10-04T06:59:32Z

Sunrise, Sunset...

read guts, seriously

2004-07-29T00:57:50Z

this has got be the greatest icon ever.

friday i went thrift shopping with vanessa. we went to amoebas and bought records. we then headed to sephora and around 11 got to a clockwork. man, that club is real bad (bad as in bad, not bad like cool). i'd never been there on friday. the goths are so funny to look at. they need like 3 feet of space to wither side of them when they dance. on satuday it was so dull, i closed the store and it just sucked. sunday i had to open but basically it was doing nothing for the first three hours. i went to DDM that night and the crowd was so disappointing. they played a good set but i was expecting more. we left before the gossip played. afterward we went to beat it. it was a weird night. no amount of sevenandsevens could ever fix it. i don't wanna talk about it.
on monday i worked then tony cut my hair. same cut, just hella thinned out. we had jimador and casadores and a whole lot of pot smoking. noemi, bernie, laly, kimmy and three of her weird friends where there. i was kinda wasted.
tuesday i worked and on the way out i saw louvic and cristobal. we hugged. aww, i miss them. was super tired when i got home. i attempted to return a few calls. took a nap and was woken up by that nucca gerson. he asked if i'd like to join in coffee and even though i looked like crap i said yes. i met his friend david and then we all went to starbucks, we got hooked up somehow even if it was closed. i ended up meeting a lot of david's friends but i can't remember their names or anything about them. they were all so high i'm sure they didn't notice my presence either, but, thats okay by me.
today i spend the day away from people.
tomorrow will be good.

by chuck palahniuk

Inhale.

Take in as much air as you can.

This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.

A friend of mine, when he was 13 years old he heard about ?pegging.? This is when a guy gets banged up the butt with a dildo. Stimulate the prostate gland hard enough, and the rumor is you can have explosive hands-free orgasms. At that age, this friend?s a little sex maniac. He?s always jonesing for a better way to get his rocks off. He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly. To conduct a little private research. Then he pictures how it?s going to look at the supermarket checkout counter, the lonely carrot and petroleum jelly rolling down the conveyer belt toward the grocery store cashier. All the shoppers waiting in line, watching. Everyone seeing the big evening he has planned.

So my friend, he buys milk and eggs and sugar and a carrot, all the ingredients for a carrot cake. And Vaseline.

Like he?s going home to stick a carrot cake up his butt.

At home, he whittles the carrot into a blunt tool. He slathers it with grease and grinds his ass down on it. Then, nothing. No orgasm. Nothing happens except it hurts.

Then, this kid, his mom yells it?s supper time. She says to come down, right now.

He works the carrot out and stashes the slippery, filthy thing in the dirty clothes under his bed.

After dinner, he goes to find the carrot, and it?s gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky.

This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him. And they never do. Ever. Even now that he?s grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, even birthday party. Every Easter egg hunt with his kids, his parents? grandkids, that ghost carrot is hovering over all of them.

That something too awful to name.

People in France have a phrase: ?staircase wit.? In French: esprit de l?escalier. It means that moment when you find the answer, but it?s too late. Say you?re at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party?.

As you start down the stairway, then?magic. You come up with the perfect thing you should?ve said. The perfect crippling put-down.

That?s the spirit of the stairway.

The trouble is, even the French don?t have a phrase for the stupid things you actually do say under pressure. Those stupid, desperate things you actually think or do.

Some deeds are too low to even get a name. Too low to even get talked about.

Looking back, kid-psych experts, school counselors now say that most of the last peak in teen suicide was kids trying to choke while they beat off. Their folks would find them, a towel twisted around their kid?s neck, the towel tied to the rod in their bedroom closet, the kid dead. Dead sperm everywhere. Of course the folks cleaned up. They put some pants on their kid. They made it look?better. Intentional at least. The regular kind of sad teen suicide.

Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you?d see on a sword. This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then inserts this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner. They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. More intense.

It?s this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases. Russian phrases. Helpful jack-off tips.

After this, the little brother, one day he doesn?t show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I?ll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he?s in the hospital.

He?s got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television. All he?s got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don?t come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.

On the phone, the kid says how?the day before?he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. He was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he?s heard from his Navy brother. That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ballpoint pen?s too big. A pencil?s too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there?s a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin.

Stoned and horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner. With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work.

Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They?ve totally reinvented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can?t keep track of the wax. He?s one good squeeze from shooting his wad when the wax isn?t sticking out anymore.

The thin wax rod, it?s slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can?t even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.

From downstairs, his mom shouts it?s supper time. She says to come down, right now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, but we all live pretty much the same life.

It?s after dinner when the kid?s guts start to hurt. It?s wax, so he figured it would just melt inside him and he?d pee it out. Now his back hurts. His kidneys. He can?t stand straight.

This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background, you can hear bells ding, people screaming. Game shows.

The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder. This long, thin V inside him, it?s collecting all the minerals in his piss. It?s getting bigger and rougher, coated with crystals of calcium, it?s bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out. His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood.

This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth. The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy.

On the phone, right now, he starts to cry.

They paid for his bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he?ll never be a lawyer.

Sticking stuff inside yourself. Sticking yourself inside stuff. A candle in your dick or your head in a noose, we knew it was going to be big trouble.

What got me in trouble, I called it Pearl Diving. This meant whacking off underwater, sitting on the bottom at the deep end of my parents? swimming pool. With one deep breath, I?d kick my way to the bottom and slip off my swim trunks. I?d sit down there for two or three, four minutes.

Just from jacking off, I had huge lung capacity. If I had the house to myself, I?d do this all afternoon. After I?d finally pump out my stuff, my sperm, it would hang there in big, fat, milky gobs.

After that was more diving, to catch it all. To collect it and wipe each handful in a towel. That?s why it was called Pearl Diving. Even with chlorine, there was my sister to worry about. Or, Christ almighty, my mom.

That used to be my worst fear in the world: my teenage virgin sister, thinking she?s just getting fat, then giving birth to a two-headed retard baby. Both heads looking just like me. Me, the father and the uncle.

In the end, it?s never what you worry about that gets you.

The best part of Pearl Diving was the inlet port for the swimming pool filter and the circulation pump. The best part was getting naked and sitting on it.

As the French would say, Who doesn?t like getting their butt sucked?

Still, one minute you?re just a kid getting off, and the next minute you?ll never be a lawyer.

One minute I?m settling on the pool bottom and the sky is wavy, light blue through eight feet of water above my head. The world is silent except for the heartbeat in my ears. My yellow-striped swim trunks are looped around my neck for safe keeping, just in case a friend, a neighbor, anybody shows up to ask why I skipped football practice. The steady suck of the pool inlet hole is lapping at me and I?m grinding my skinny white ass around on that feeling.

One minute I?ve got enough air and my dick?s in my hand. My folks are gone at their work and my sister?s got ballet. Nobody?s supposed to be home for hours.

My hand brings me right to getting off, and I stop. I swim up to catch another big breath. I dive down and settle on the bottom.

I do this again and again.

This must be why girls want to sit on your face. The suction is like taking a dump that never ends. My dick hard and getting my butt eaten out, I do not need air. My heartbeat in my ears, I stay under until bright stars of light start worming around in my eyes. My legs straight out, the back of each knee rubbed raw against the concrete bottom. My toes are turning blue, my toes and fingers wrinkled from being so long in the water.

And then I let it happen. The big white gobs start spouting. The pearls.

It?s then I need some air. But when I go to kick off against the bottom, I can?t. I can?t get my feet under me. My ass is stuck.

Emergency paramedics will tell you that every year about 150 people get stuck this way, sucked by circulation pump. Get your long hair caught, or your ass, and you?re going to drown. Every year, tons of people do. Most of them in Florida.

People just don?t talk about it. Not even the French people talk about Everything.

Getting one knee up, getting one foot tucked under me, I get to half standing when I feel the tug against my butt. Getting my other foot under me, I kick off against the bottom. I?m kicking free, not touching the concrete, but not getting to the air, either.

Still kicking the water, thrashing with both arms, I?m maybe halfway to the surface but not going higher. The heartbeat inside my head getting loud and fast.

The bright sparks of light crossing and crisscrossing my eyes, I turn and look back?but it doesn?t make sense. This thick rope, some kind of snake, blue-white and braided with veins, has come up out of the pool drain and it?s holding onto my butt. Some of the veins are leaking blood, red blood that looks black underwater and drifts away from the little rips in the pale skin of the snake. The blood trails away, disappearing in the water, and inside the snake?s thin, blue-white skin you can see lumps of some half-digested meal.

That?s the only way this makes sense. Some horrible sea monster, a sea serpent, something that?s never seen the light of day, it?s been hiding in the dark bottom of the pool drain, waiting to eat me.

So?I kick at it, at the slippery, rubbery knotted skin and veins of it, and more of it seems to pull out of the pool drain. It?s maybe as long as my legs now, but still holding tight around my butthole. With another kick, I?m an inch closer to getting another breath. Still feeling the snake tug at my ass, I?m an inch closer to my escape.

Knotted inside the snake, you can see corn and peanuts. You can see a long bright-orange ball. It?s the kind of horse-pill vitamin my dad makes me take, to help put on weight. To get a football scholarship. With extra iron and omega-three fatty acids.

It?s seeing that vitamin pill that saves my life.

It?s not a snake. It?s my large intestine, my colon pulled out of me. What doctors call prolapsed. It?s my guts sucked into the drain.

Paramedics will tell you a swimming pool pump pulls 80 gallons of water every minute. That?s about 400 pounds of pressure. The big problem is we?re all connected together inside. Your ass is just the far end of your mouth. If I let go, the pump keeps working?unraveling my insides?until it?s got my tongue. Imagine taking a 400-pound shit and you can see how this might turn you inside out.

What I can tell you is your guts don?t feel much pain. Not the way your skin feels pain. The stuff you?re digesting, doctors call it fecal matter. Higher up is chime, pockets of a thin, runny mess studded with corn and peanuts and round green peas.

That?s all this soup of blood and corn, shit and sperm and peanuts floating around me. Even with my guts unraveling out of my ass, me holding on to what?s left, even then my first want is to somehow get my swimsuit back on.

God forbid my folks see my dick.

My one hand holding a fist around my ass, my other hand snags my yellow-striped swim trunks and pulls them from my neck. Still, getting into them is impossible.

You want to feel your intestines, go buy a pack of those lambskin condoms. Take one out and unroll it. Pack it with peanut butter. Smear it with petroleum jelly and hold it under water. Then try to tear it. Try to pull it in half. It?s too tough and rubbery. It?s so slimy you can?t hold on.

A lambskin condom, that?s just plain old intestine.

You can see what I?m up against.

You let go for a second and you?re gutted.

You swim for the surface, for a breath, and you?re gutted.

You don?t swim and you drown.

It?s a choice between being dead right now or a minute from right now.

What my folks will find after work is a big naked fetus, curled in on itself. Floating in the cloudy water of their backyard pool. Tethered to the bottom by a thick rope of veins and twisted guts. The opposite of a kid hanging himself to death while he jacks off. This is the baby they brought home from the hospital 13 years ago. Here?s the kid they hoped would snag a football scholarship and get an MBA. Who?d care for them in their old age. Here?s all their hopes and dreams. Floating here, naked and dead. All around him, big milky pearls of wasted sperm.

Either that or my folks will find me wrapped in a bloody towel, collapsed halfway from the pool to the kitchen telephone, the ragged, torn scrap of my guts still hanging out the leg of my yellow-striped swim trunks.

What even the French won?t talk about.

That big brother in the Navy, he taught us one other good phrase. A Russian phrase. The way we say, ?I need that like I need a hole in my head?,? Russian people say, ?I need that like I need teeth in my asshole?.?

Mne eto nado kak zuby v zadnitse.

Those stories about how animals caught in a trap will chew off their leg, well, any coyote would tell you a couple bites beats the hell out of being dead.

Hell?even if you?re Russian, someday you just might want those teeth.

Otherwise, what you have to do is?you have to twist around. You hook one elbow behind your knee and pull that leg up into your face. You bite and snap at your own ass. You run out of air and you will chew through anything to get that next breath.

It?s not something you want to tell a girl on the first date. Not if you expect a kiss good night.

If I told you how it tasted, you would never, ever again eat calamari.

It?s hard to say what my parents were more disgusted by: how I?d got in trouble or how I?d saved myself. After the hospital, my mom said, ?You didn?t know what you were doing, honey. You were in shock.? And she learned how to cook poached eggs.

All those people grossed out or feeling sorry for me?.

I need that like I need teeth in my asshole.

Nowadays, people always tell me I look too skinny. People at dinner parties get all quiet and pissed off when I don?t eat the pot roast they cooked. Pot roast kills me. Baked ham. Anything that hangs around inside my guts for longer than couple of hours, it comes out still food. Home-cooked lima beans or chunk light tuna fish, I?ll stand up and find it still sitting there in the toilet.

After you have a radical bowel resectioning, you don?t digest meat so great. Most people, you have five feet of large intestine. I?m lucky to have my six inches. So I never got a football scholarship. Never got an MBA. Both my friends, the wax kid and the carrot kid, they grew up, got big, but I?ve never weighed a pound more than I did that day when I was 13.

Another big problem was my folks paid a lot of good money for that swimming pool. In the end my dad just told the pool guy it was a dog. The family dog fell in and drowned. The dead body got pulled into the pump. Even when the pool guy cracked open the filter casing and fished out a rubbery tube, a watery hank of intestine with a big orange vitamin pill still inside, even then my dad just said, ?That dog was fucking nuts.?

Even from my upstairs bedroom window, you could hear my dad say, ?We couldn?t trust that dog alone for a second?.?

Then my sister missed her period.

Even after they changed the pool water, after they sold the house and we moved to another state, after my sister?s abortion, even then my folks never mentioned it again.

Ever.

That is our invisible carrot.

You. Now you can take a good, deep breath.

I still have not.

p.s. i've no clue why there are question marks.

ambulancesex405 @ 2004-07-26T01:56:00

2004-07-26T08:55:57Z

i'm glad july is almost over.

if you're a wizard then why do you wear glasses?

2004-06-17T05:37:52Z

umm, sunday night my brother gave me a hamster. i didn't want him at first and was scared but now i like him a lot. his name is selma. i put selma in his little ball and let him roam around the house. the cats get real pissed. oh yea, my brother is back home. he is very unhappy. his dog, layla, is causing problems. she doesn't get along with our dogs and she's much bigger. it's bumming things out. on monday, i hung out with tony and eric. we went thrift shopping, it'd been a while. i missed it. yesterday i worked and it was tiring. today was neat. the day was real nice and super gray. enough said. tonight i watched a movie and went for ice cream, the niceness continued. things are okay. i can't say they're looking up but at least they're not down. it's just, you know, mediocrity.

airplanes

2004-06-05T01:04:59Z

on this same date last year, exactly one month from now, i was at an airport with tony, laly and vane. we were parentless and waiting to board a plane to guadalajara, mexico. the next weeks would be crazy, sometimes scary, but mostly fun. oh god, how one year changed everything. at this point, i guess i can honestly say that i've never felt more alone.
i just want a friendly face to come over and tell me that it's gonna be all right. it doesn't hurt to wishful think. oh well.

shit happens, right? and for once i'm going to say it's not okay to cry.
i hate posts like this.

vinyl

2004-05-28T20:08:29Z

eeee! totally found my care bears vinyl player from when i was four. i'm super excited! it's so freakin' cute and great. the sound is fucking awesome. eeeee!

someone needs to totally be excited with me.

Hi.

2004-04-25T12:00:48Z

♥♥♥
Say Hi. Tell me who you are. Add me and i'll most likely add you back.

till they treat you like tundra

2004-03-20T20:55:47Z

-a boy i never met in my life came to my house and we watched a movie and laid in my bed.

we smoked cigarettes.

he played guitar and sounded conor like.

-went skating and pretended i could land a kickflip.

didn't eat shit.

swung and didn't jump.

was very tired.

-watched night of the living dead.

was hungry.

held a pink bunny while she punched and kicked with all her strength.

wore a helmet.

little girl hugged me and said she wished i was her sister.

got ready for bed.

talked to a boy.

headed for a clockwork, there was a bomb threat in the street. we never made it.

drank heineken in a dark pasadena neighborhood.

-got home at five am.

at six neighbor called and said there was a dead kitty in front of my house.

cleaned the house.

waiting.

i'm feeling............