it would be nice if i could order a topographical map of my emotions ( Read more... )

it has been a blur of a week. a blur of blissful, domestic days, freezing nights and mornings, clutching at one another to keep warm, sweet moments coupled with an intensity that has knocked the wind out of both of us on several occasions, conversations that make me never want to stop talking or listening for that matter, reading aloud, singing ( Read more... )

The logical conclusion drawn today from my ruminating is that I’ll simply have to stop believing ( Read more... )

i found some stuffs i wrote while i was in oz ( Read more... )

I didn't wanna go. Claire talked me into it, and I went as a butterfly. And you were there with Vicki, and you were thumbelina. and you were wearing your clogs and your fish earrings and you smelled of patchouli. vicki was rumpelstiltskin. and you said that you'd seen me before at at frida's or, but i didn't remember you. and while we talked, vicki ( Read more... )

-yeah. and mom says we have a chore wheel ( Read more... )

so i got a job in austin over the summer. which is totally rad and totally sucky all at the same time. cuz i can't take it. well i guess i could. but i'm not gonna. cuz right after i got the job via telephone interview, my friend kelli called me and was like, "ok. i'm in. let's do this." which means we're leaving for oz in january. which means i ( Read more... )

i wrote in my "real" journal on sunday, and i've decided ( Read more... )

i was going to carve a pumpkin ( Read more... )

The turn around commences as we look at the burden of history in terms of separate periods of the subconscious ( Read more... )