6a^2

Hi hello.
I got this thing item for you and yourself.
It is a surface area.
It is not a volume.
It is large and soft.
Feel free to do anything you like with it,
please, just don't call it ugly.
You may draw upon it with washable inks,
and you may cut it open.
Just do not call it ugly.
You may tell it everything you are thinking,
 but do not call it ugly.
You may hit it and quit it.
You may ejaculate upon it.
Just do not call it ugly.
This surface area is ugly.
Do not call this surface area ugly.
This surface area hates the obvious.
But this surface area loves you.
This surface area will do your laundry.
It is ugly.
It is a surface area.
It is not a volume.
It is not a mass.
It is a surface area for you.
I got this for you.
I have a surface area for you.

New Years Blog (5th annual)

I have survived another year. Slightly W-T-F, also kind of a relief.

Some resolutions.

I have resolved to not fall in love anymore.  I simply neither have the time nor patience to lie on my floor grasping my chest out of love pangs. All the energy that goes into my previous devotions will be spent otherwise on education, art, and books, (for all creative purposes, not art for the sake of love.)

Purify, as intangibly as possible.  Deeds will be done because of pure motivation, and solely for that singular motivation.  No ulterior motives, manipulation, or hiding the truth. Blunt. White. Pure.

Depress less. Smile more.

Quit cutting my hair.

Drink more water.

Be taken seriously. (Always a resolution of mine).

Look better in pictures.

Be pleasantly surprised (also always a resolution of mine. Though this time it will not involve love).

Pay dues to my idols.  Someway, somehow, I am going to do something about my heroes.

Ali's Good Things of 2009:

twitter, cats, the color yellow, skirts and dresses, kissing, my friends, watercolors, sockeye salmon, George, resale stores, scented candles, my bed, mythology class, all the trips, strangers, when people stop being strangers.

Ali's Things that can go to hell in 2009:

24 hour celebrity death coverage on television, sex, mononucleosis, breakups, hookups, myspace, REL 110, commuting, people moving away, liars, death, navy blue.

I love you all. Have a safe and happy entry into 2010. Fuck the 2000-single-digits.

1+2+3+4+5+6

"Tragically, she took a turn for the worse, hid a shell casing in her birthday cake, with a note inside reading, 'Thanks, I will be seeing you all again on the 31st, when I am reincarnated as the full moon.' The car was on and the garage doors were shut."