and the only revolution I ever got close to was sexual

making love and love songs go together so well-
they're fortunate to share the same soul,
to have and to hold, from this day forward
as long as they both shall live - Soul



Baby harp seal band aids! Still in the running for "Little Miss absolutely anything but graceful." One paper cut, two stubbed toes and a clumsy bruise on my hip (all within the past 12hours,) are going to seal the deal.

Best.

You're not as awesome as you think..

Let's all face the facts. You're never as cool as you seriously think you are. In the words of Bobby Digital "you ain't shit your momma ain't shit your daddy ain't shit." Spoken like a true poet. It's the human condition to always think you're the bomb, that your gods gift to men (or women, whatever) but in actuality you need to eat a big piece of humble pie. Acting like a decent human, having manners and class will never go out of style.

So take it from me, if you think you're the shit well, trust me you are NOT. You're probably just loud and obnoxious and endlessly embarrassing. You're not cool, you're not "in with the in crowd" you're not as awesome as you think.

And the saga continues..

My taste in men is non-negotiable and often looked down upon. But I have actually adapted a few new men to the list (Gerard Butler, Jon Hamm,) that may be considered sexy and fine to other 20 year old girls. The standard "Fuck me Please" consists of my main men : Edward Norton, Mike Rowe and Robert Downey, and maybe a few randoms in between. No I do not want Zac Efron or that baby faced freak from Twilight. I want old men with hairy chests and hearty smiles, who can throw it down like champs and cook me spaghetti when we're through.


Robert Downey Jr.


Jon Hamm


Edward Norton


Gerard Butler



Mike Rowe


Ed Helms

All of the above DO HOLLA.

Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy

A tribute to my wandering soul subscribers. I would like to thank each and every one of you from the very bottom of my little-blogging soul. I realized I never formerly introduced myself to the blogger world and despite how cheesy this feels "describing myself" I figured what the hell? You only get to be self absorbed and 20 once in your life so why not milk it for all it's worth. Also if you could drop me a comment here and there I would appreciate it. Never wanna feel like you're bloggin' in vain!

xoxo Erica

A formal introduction

Name/age/sex/location
Erica/20/yes plz/Delawareyou?

Where were you born?
Atlanta,GA where the players play n we ride on them thangz like everyday

Where do you live now?
Delaware, the land of the TAX FREE. The first state.

Height/hair color/eye color/ any tattoos or piercings?
I'm 5'9-5'10, so you can imagine I'm always in flats and kinda slouchy, sorry posture. Hair color is a boring mousy brown (as shown in pictures,) that I've never dyed, unless you count a brief stint with highlights when I was 16. Eyes are dark brown almost black and I have no tattoos or piercings, just my ears.

What's your ethnicity?
Half Euro Spanish from my dads side (explanation of the completely Spanish last name and the big hips/big ol'eyeballs and fair skin combo,) and Irish, English and Welsh on my moms side (no explanations on these parts.)

Hobbies/ interests?
I like collecting old things that have dust on them as well as everything girly. I like pretty new underthings and soft skin, promises of longer eyelashes and hanging out with my dogs (no the actual animals.) I'm boring and just hang out with a few friends sippin' on some limeade in the Sonic drive thru. I'm very interested in my man, indie rockin, ice cream and bottled water.

What are you dreams and aspirations?
This is extra corny BUTTT I want to have some of my writing published as well as start my own skincare line. Maybe someday get a pedicure and rock some Japanese 3d nails. A girls gotta dream, right?

Every told you look like a celebrity?
I've gotten everything from my boyfriend's dad telling me I look like Marilyn Monroe to everyone and their mom saying "Hey you look like Kat Dennings in Nick and Norahs infinite play list!" On the real real I think I just look like my mom, and my dad a little.

What were you like at 15?
Oh man, what a tender fucking age. Well circa 12-14 I was a thugged out ghetto girl who embraced her Spanish side by wearing air ones and gelled bangs, big hoops were in attendance as well. So by 15 I had cleaned up my act and washed some of the gel out of my hair. I actually started going to shows around that time and wore just normal jeans and band t shirts, oh wait I also remember wearing a studded belt (sorry mom.) I was letting my eyebrows grow in since I had over plucked them during my chola days. So basically I was really single at age 15.

What kind of music do you like?
This question always sucks. If you answer with one specific genre you look like a tool but if you say "a little bit of everything" you come off as scatterbrained. So I'm going to just say this; my two favorite records are ODB's Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version and St. Vincent Actors, I hope that clears everything up.

What's one thing you love about yourself? What's one thing you dislike?
Physically I like that I have big eyes. I always end up looking interested in something even if I'm not. I dislike having a big butt 90% of the time but the other 10% I'm pretty into it.

Any last words?
This wasn't as good as it could have been, apologies.

Count to five and let the fear take over.

Today I rolled my moms car into a garden ditch in front of our work. I was only driving 3mph but, still. I literally sat there going "holy shit holy shit, oh my god please please no no no" clutching the steering wheel. The all familiar fear crept over me punching into my lungs and making my knuckles lock tightly around the steering wheel. I don't remember specific details aside from; I threw the car into reverse, cut the wheel and drove right up onto the lawn and cut onto the shoulder of the road. I pulled into the Walgreens across the street and sat there silently. I didn't hear anything wrong with the car and when I got out to do an inspection I saw nothing more than little leaf poking out from underneath. The tail pipe is fine and when I was driving home everything seemed great, but of course my nerves are still frazzled four hours later. I keep worrying and worrying and criticizing myself for making such a stupid silly mistake. Everyone keeps reassuring me that "cars are strong! if everything looks ok then don't worry about it!" but if anything turns out to be wrong with her car I'll feel awful.

Today was not exactly a "win" for me. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

shame on you when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo.

My boyfriend surprised me with these gemz :




CLEAR sunglasses 100% UV protected, of course. I look like a geeky Buddy Holly, whatever, I'm into it.

Had the best weekend, working the next eight days straight then driving Matt's car back to Scranton Friday night and attending all the "Hoodrack" family functions (cousin's graduation party, uncle's welcome home party and the 4th of July.) I'm going to try and squeeze in as much ~alone~ time as I possibly can before he leaves for tour. Super bummin' on that front, but I now have a new record player with more than enough rap records to keep my spirits high.

Oh, I also start school in September to become a licensed Esthetician. I'm excited to pick and prod at other people's skin.

We'll do what Mary and Joseph did, without the kid.

New $21 haircut.

can i borrow your hips and your lips and your wink and curl

Pms makes me want to throw myself off a bridge.

if you only knew how easy it would be to show me how you feel .

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Serial napping, re-watching Revolutionary Road, nerve tonic, waking up to sleepy text messages, crocheting, and natural curls. Tomorrow an old friend is getting married, Rick's going to be my date. I'm wearing my keds and a skirt, can't wait to eat cake and maybe bust a move.

I keep having the most fucked up dreams. Last night a man wearing a dress proposed to me in the bathroom of a greyhound bus station. Not sure what that means. I've recently been thinking of going to a psychic advisory for fun, but I'm afraid of what they might say.

Rain rain go away!

I know I've felt like this before, But now I'm feeling it even more.

Woke up in Baltimore this morning with the adorable Spike curled up at my feet.

Had a good time in the city last night, spent time with a lot of cool people, including (but not limited to,) my boyfriend Matt (duhh,) plus a few others (this is a no name dropping blog.) Sometimes all you need is a "giant waffle" at a diner in the middle of the night, with a side of hash browns and some girl talk.

Can't stop listening to the Cranberries Stars LTD Cd1 album. My feet are covered in blisters (what's new,) and due to my sensitive skin I'm breaking out and currently reaching mutant-girl status.

Apologies for the heavy parenthesis and internal dialogue, I guess the Cranberries have me feeling a bit ~reflective~ there I go, bustin' out the tilde's. I'M ENDING THIS/