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3.03.2007

I Can't See. How Blind Can He Be?


Day 60.365 - I Can't See. How Blind Can He Be?
Originally uploaded by Miss Hag.
Anjalee visited Mister g8s and I while we were bartending last Saturday. She commented to me that I looked so serious and sad in my Flickr photos which is basically the opposite of how I appear in reality.

At least, that is true for when I am working. I have read interviews with various pop performers in which they describe how they feel like they become someone else on stage. So much so that they have different names for their onstage personae. (Beyonce's is Sascha. Janet Jackson's is Strawberry or something) (I hate that I know these things.)

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link * Miss Marisol posted at 5:48 PM * posted by Miss Marisol @ 5:48 PM   |




3.02.2007

To Know Him is To Love Him


To Know Him is To Love Him
Originally uploaded by Miss Hag.
There is a Post-It on the wall by my desk that reads, "Give him a chance to miss you."
I am leaving Manhattan soon to go on a journey and I plan to miss this city while I am gone. I always do. It is the only place I have ever felt is my home.
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link * Miss Marisol posted at 1:36 AM * posted by Miss Marisol @ 1:36 AM   |