Love Bug

Monologue from Ride

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 15:34:00 -0500

Monologue from Ride

I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my
only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and
laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.

I was a singer, not very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken.

But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything
you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had
been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who
have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other
people, for home to be wherever you lied you head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon
soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an
inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I
said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying-

because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every
experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that
I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness
that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on
the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired
anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.

Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun.

I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become,
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:

“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself, I Ride. I Just Ride.”

Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I Have.
I Am Fucking Crazy.

But I Am Free.

I love Tigers.

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:54:11 -0400

I love Tigers.

working the late shift

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:53:30 -0400

my works got some perks. i’ll be a little sad to leave it in February.

hilarious. Pokemon Milkshake.

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:21:12 -0400

My pokemon brings all the nerds to the yard, and they’re like you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards, I’ll trade this but not my charizard.

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Tue, 01 Sep 2009 20:34:57 -0400

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adorable.

K-Fed, was eaten by this white guy.

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 18:39:09 -0400

K-Fed, was eaten by this white guy.

I miss taking pictures. I used to be quite good.

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 14:51:22 -0400

I miss taking pictures. I used to be quite good.

ugh

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 21:06:28 -0400

I’m so depressed.

I need to see my boyfriend who I miss so much.

I need more money so that we have a shot of this independance thing.

I need my friends in ventura to really be my friends or not to bother saying they are.

I need some motivation, direction, some hope.

Mostly I just want to hug Brad.

I hate today. And yesterday too. :(

Dear Clovis, You’re going to be my new home for a few...

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 20:29:14 -0400

Dear Clovis,

You’re going to be my new home for a few years. Please don’t suck too much.

Love, Berkeley

favorite necklace

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:41:00 -0400

favorite necklace

I like these.

Thu, 07 May 2009 23:10:09 -0400

I like these.