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February 28th, 2007]

A piece from a chapter in the book THE PHILOSOPHY OF ANDY WARHOL. My favorite chapter. i'll finish posting the rest later. read it.. you won't think the same.

Love affairs get too involved, and they're not really worth it. But if, for some reason, you feel that they are, you should put in exactly as much time and energy as the other person. In other words, "I'll pay you if you pay me."

People have so many problems with love, always looking for someone to be their Via Veneto, their souffle that can't fall. There should be a course in the first grade on love. There should be courses on beauty and love and sex. With love as the biggest course. And they should show the kids, I always think, how to make love and tell and show them once and for all how nothing it is. But they won't do that, because love and sex are buisness.

But then I think, maybe it works out just as well that nobody takes you out of the dark about it, because if you really knew the whole story, you wouldn't have anything to think about or fantasize about for the rest of your life, and you might go crazy, having nothing to think about, since life is getting longer, anyway, leaving so much time after puberty to have sex in.

I don't remember much about puberty. I probably missed most of it being sick in bed with my Charlie McCarth doll, just like i missed Snow White. I didn't see Snow White until I was forty - five, when I went with Roman Polanski to see it at Lincoln Center. It was probably a good thing that I waited, because I can't imagine how it could ever be more exciting than it was then. Which gave me the idea that instead of telling kids very easily about the mechanics and nothingness of sex, maybe it would be better to suddenly and very excitingly reveal the details to them when they're forty. You could be walking down the street with a friend who's just turned forty, spill the birds-and-bees beans, wait for the initial shock of learning what goes where to die down, and then paitiently explain the rest. Then suddenly at forty their life would have new meaning. We should really stay babies for much longer than we do, now that we're living so much longer.

Its the long life0spans that are throwing all the old values and their applications out of whack. When people used to learn about sex at fifteen and die at thirty-five, they obviously were going to have fewer problems than people today who learn about sex at eight or so, I guess, and lifve to be eighty. Thats a long time to play around with the same concept. The same boring concept.

Parents who really love their kids and want them to be bored and discontented for as small a percentage of their lifetimes as possible maybe should go back to not letting them date until as late as possible so they have something to look forward to for a longer time.

Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets anyway. Let the kids read about it and look forward to it, and then right before they're going to get the reality, break the news to them that they've already had the most exciting part, that it's behind them already.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

I love every "lib" movement there is, because after the "lib" the things that were always a mystique become understandable and boring, and then nobody has to feel left out if they're not part of what is happening. for instance, single people looking for husbands and wives used to feel left out becfause the image of marriage has in the old days was so wonderful, Jane Wyatt and Robert Young. Nick and Nora Charles. Ethel and Fred Mertz. Dagwood and Blondie.

Being married looked so wonderful that life didn't seem livable if you weren't lucky enough to have a husband or wife. To the singles, marriage seemed beautiful, the trappings seemed wonderful, and the sex was always impied to be automatically great - no one could ever seem to find words to describe it because "you had to be there" to know how good it was. It was almost like a conspiracy on the part of the married peopole not to let it out how it wasn't necessarily completley wonderful to be married and having sex; they'd just been candid.

But it was always a fairly well-kept secret that if you were married to somebody you didn't have enough room in bed and might have to face bad breath in the morning.

There are so many songs about love. But I was thrilled the other day when somebody mailed me the lyrics to a song that was about how he didn't care about anything, and how he didn't care about me. It was very good. He managed to really convey the idea that he really didn't care.

I don't see anything wrong with being alone. It feels great to me. People make a big thing about personal love. It doesn't have to be such a big thing. The same for living - people make a big thing about that too. But personal living and personal loving are the two things the Eastern-type wise men don't think about.

I wonder if it's possible to have a love affair that lasts forever. If you're married for thirty years and you're "cooking breakfast for the one you love" and he walks in, does his heart really skip a beat? I mean if it's just a regular morning. I guess it skips a beat over that breakfast and that's nice, too. It's nice to have a little breakfast made for you.

The biggest price you pay for love is that you have to have somebody around, you can't be on your own, which is always so much better. The biggest disadvantage, of course is no room in bed. Even a pet cuts into your bed room.

I believe in long engagements. The longer, the better.

Love and sex can go together and sex and unlove can go together and love and unsex can go together. But personal love and personal sex is bad.

You can be juts as faithful to a place or thing as you can to a person. A place can really make your heart skip a beat, especially if you have to take a plane to get there.

My mom always said not to worry about love, but just to be surre to get married. But I always knew that I would never get married, because I don't want any children, I don't want them to have the same problems that I have. I don't think anybody deserves it.

I think a lot about the people who are sthat supposed to not have any problems, who get married and live and die and its all been wonderful. I don't know anybody like that. They always have some problem, even if it's only that the toilet doesn't flush.

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January 20th, 2007]

I want to be skinny, I want to be Kate Moss skinny.
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October 18th, 2006]

people piss me off.
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not happy about this. [Wednesday
October 18th, 2006]

Today my boyfriend just decided that he wasn't going to tell me he wasn't coming.
We all waited at the train station for over an hour, he never even called.
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October 10th, 2006]

I am "the cripple" once again.
temporarily anyways, but still

heres the story:

I was dirtbiking with my cousin courtney and we decided to go further up the trail and take the hill. We were on my favorite part of the trail (it's a straight road thats really long with no major bumps or anything and I love it because you can fly down it without having to worry.) when these guys started to ride with us. Courtney fell behind and was next to the younger guy, and I was ahead with the older one. He was being a dick cause his bike is a 2 stroke and mine - a 4 stroke can't even touch the speed that his can reach. To show off how incredibly amazing he was, he decided to do a wheely. He looked back to see if I was looking and I passed him. Then I'm getting near the turn back onto the other part of the trail, and he comes back onto where I was from another part of the trail. I thought I already lost him and he was behind me, but I guess he turned off the road onto a side trail. I didn't expect to see him coming so I went to turn and completley lost control, he nearly crashed into me and I didn't want to hit him so I swerved to the side, but I couldn't slow down fast enough because I was in top of 2nd gear when he cut me off, and I ended up crashing. My bike hit a HUGE rock and i hit the HUGE rock next to it... then landed on a tree. Nothing else hurt except my leg, not broken - but I can't walk on it so I've got ANOTHER pair of crutches. I should be riding again by the weekend.. but it still hurts like a bitch.
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Fuck. [Saturday
September 16th, 2006]

Okay, so maybe i'm not as tuff as I thought.
One day without him and I'm going insane.
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phobias. [Saturday
August 12th, 2006]

Somniphobia- Fear of sleep.

Pteromerhanophobia- Fear of flying.

Pluviophobia- Fear of rain

Phronemophobia- Fear of thinking

Philophobia- Fear of falling in love

Philematophobia- Fear of kissing

Pedophobia- Fear of children.

Pantophobia- Fear of everything.

Oneirogmophobia- Fear of wet dreams

Obesophobia- Fear of gaining weight

Noctiphobia- Fear of the night.

Necrophobia- Fear of death

Testophobia- Fear of taking tests.

Agliophobia- Fear of pain.

Androphobia- Fear of men

Anglophobia- Fear of England

Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single

Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.

Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth

Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection

Cyclophobia- Fear of bicycles.

Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school

Eurotophobia- Fear of female genitalia.

Francophobia- Fear of France

Genophobia- Fear of sex.

Gynephobia or Gynophobia- Fear of women.

Ithyphallophobia- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis
^hahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhaha. ok i'm done.
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August 11th, 2006]

2 hour flight delay. We sat in the runway for 2 extra hours because of terrorists.
We weren't allowed to bring beverages, gell,toothpaste, or anything liquid(based) onto the plane

because of terrorists.

what the fuck is the world coming to?

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July 18th, 2006]

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