dear death cab,

you have made every crush in my life impossibly fantastic with your sound tracks for translucent school girl lust.


Just wanted to say thanks, but uh, I'm now some sort of exotic young woman with an insatiable appetite for the way things are, not how they could be.


SEE YAH :)

Sincerely,
Tati-Ana Mercedes Brissett

um.

my friday night was the sa-weetest.



I keep going over and over the details, and this is real cute.

haha, no pressure, I always like an adventure.

night!




p.s. baby angels.

oh yeaaaaaah.

last night, I remembered my lists and how foolish they were.
& I remembered where I put the last one I made.
& I remembered how cute it was.
so, I'm making one and it is called:

Things to be done, Things to be done!

1. name a REAL LIVE STAR.
2. kiss someone upside down.
3. say the phrase 'RUN A MUCK!' and mean it :)
4. make a friend out of a stranger on the train.
5. MUD BATHE
6. write a poem about the sky on the best day.
7. go bare foot.
8. swim it off.
9. tell someone how much they mean to you without involving the word 'creepy' or 'weird'
10. color.



just you know, go with it.

you are the words I fumble for

This is bothering me.

But the bother of new clothes or something to wake up to, christmas morning? No, no, no. I keep thinking and rethinking and returning to the same conclusion: I should stop? But I don't want to. It's not the same. No games, just straight up. I can't even fathom this. It's like I'm watching a movie, and I know the plot or so I think. And I don't reeeeeeeeeally know the plot cause every second it gets better and more complex.

I could talk for hours to you and it feels like never enough time. Always moving for more words, more time, less silence, too many laughs, alot of information, exchanging, exchanging, exchanging, like me, like me, like me, so similar, too similar, whats different?

Im eating my negative thoughts when they manage to slip through.

THIS COULD BE A MISTAKE, YOU COULD BE WRONG, THIS COULD END BADLY.
I don't know.

Im afraid, of the future. Of not being right. I want this to make sense.

I want too much. I just feel like this could be one of those things that devastates.
ERRRRRRR.

It just feels so comfortable, like summer and old jeans.


Besides this, I hope my finals go well.


& SHOUTS TO KEVIN DEVINEwhaaaat.

ha, you ever?

look at yourself in the mirror and say daaaaamn.
well rather, catch yourself in a reflection of a store window.
I know I look like a creep ass, I start talking to myself and getting really cocky.
Then after 10 seconds I realize I am A. not alone and B. laughing hysterically.

Really, I can work with what I got, fuck the rest.
I just really want my bike back, commuting via train or bus BLOWS.


class today? I don't wanna really. REALLY.
maybe I'll go. maybe.
If it's lame I'm going to get crazy mad.

woman.

I found myself singing today. I sing everyday, but not like today. I was swinging my hiiiips, closing my eyyyyes and laughing real loud. Like little children in a schoolyard Now thats a visuall for your ass. Every note was sweet and heavy and perfect.

I think, I am growing up.

Well it's about time. My first duties as a woman is to keep my head up, there are much to many of us head bowed and sullen. I'm going to stay sweet cause life is bitter & I'm going to stay smart cause my mother didn't raise no fool.

All in all, I would like to say that I'm getting there, wherever that may be.


On another note, I want to be in love some time. Not the kind of love you think you've tasted after 5 or 6 months of stagnant emotions. I want something sweet, sunny on a cloudy day, pinky swearing, full teeth smiling, are you really hanging up, its only 4 a.m? kind of love.

No rush, but some time this life time, I want to be strung out over someone.