March 2009
6 posts
Aye yie yie...
So I broke me foot…well, a part of it. So the twenty block stroll has turned into a battle between what my brain considers pain. I.E… Ipod volume gets turned up louder and louder and DMX helps me fight the pavement pains until I reach Dylan’s. I’m shit for good luck, hahah. On a lighter note, life is entertaining and amusing and sad and happy all at once and I’ve quit...
911 MCNUGGETS →
February 2009
36 posts
been listening to this non-stop
why didn't dad teach him how to pull-out at age... →
“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that...”
– Pablo Picasso
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February 14
Right after February 13! Nah, I don’t believe in all that suspicion hype. But after hearing on the other side of the door, my aunt dispute Valentine’s plans with her beau and explain how sad she was that they weren’t doing something special, finally ending in soft tears… I’m at peace with the fact that I have no Valentine hoopla to deal with, aside from working in a...
So this song was on an old, old Weezy mixtape but...
UNDER COVER →
Would you still do whatever you're doing if Barack... →
alanajoy.
this is great. sometimes it can be nice when people have too much time on their hands when it comes to the internet…
My fav bookstore, STRAND, 's new spontaneous... →
And can I just say...
Washing and drying clothes would be such an easier, faster process to commit to if everything didn’t smell so wonderful and fresh. Even the fabric softener makes me stand and sniff for a good two minutes before I pour it in. Nose A.D.D. much?
Last looks...
How is it that last looks allow anyone to have a photographic memory? I can still feel my fingers across your face, tracing every line. I can still see through squinty, waking up eyes you smiling at me and with morning breath saying “Good morning sunshine!” The last time I saw you, you gave me the heaviest hug squeezed in the front seat of your car that smelled way too strongly of...
Okay, I cannot help it. This mess is sexy as all...
January 2009
61 posts
"New Year's Eve accident..."
So uh, a few years back I remember my mom jokingly telling me that I was an accident because of too much tequila on New Year’s Eve in Holden Beach. (Classy, right? Just for all those North Carolinians out there, Holden Beach is practically Myrtle Beach which you ALL know is trouble…) So this kind of bothered me at the time but then I forgot about it. But, thanks to Christina’s...
Once upon a time...
I wanted to be an author. A great American writer. First, it was a poet. Then it was a novelist. At one point I wanted to be both. But then I stopped reading and somehow with that stopped writing as well. Every time I try to pick up a book now, I feel too ancy to get through it. It’s not as easy to visualize the scenes anymore. So when I decide I actually do want to read (i.e. ten hour train...
“Sometimes what seems like surrender isn’t surrender at all. It’s...”
– Geeez. So true. Shit. I need to be looking at my wrist more often than I have been lately. Rise n’ shine mind, rise n’ shine.
