Otherwise I compose elegant synopses of existence, savoring names like Ann Arbor or Nova Scotia, almonds and sailors with sweethearts ( Read more... )

Lately all I’ve been thinking of is sewing. I have mom’s old sewing machine, but I want to buy fabric and make a coat ( Read more... )

Briana decided not to come work with me tonight. She’s cooking bananas and the whole world’s going bonkers. Meanwhile I’m just a set of pretty eyes with a sense of the ludicrous. A black saucer with orange rinds and an empty Hefeweissen makes me feel pretty. My fingers smell of orange and cigarettes. What does a honeycomb look like around a comet? ( Read more... )

I want scant things, tiny things, on nails or four china plates in the cupboard which is stained in ring because I thought the latex indoor whitewash under the sink would be just as good for the cabinets, it wasn’t, or a 9x13 print of Matisse’s missing a string ( Read more... )

And then how I woke to white and you and confusion in the snow, while the cardinals flashed red and made me think of God smoking a cigarette like a captain of industry, sitting high on the balcony wall over the tracks of his bare feet-- while you steamed in your morning shower and hot coffee burned my throat but I drank it anyway

And I’m sorry ( Read more... )

Whenever I get upset I throw up. Not on purpose, really, but just sick.

I hate when I smile at someone and he looks at me and just raises his eyebrows.

My right arch isn't healed yet but I'm going running anyways mostly because Robert is coming home soon and maybe he'll see me running and will get mad, which is nice because it means he's paying attention to me ( Read more... )

Currently my preferred response to "What are you going to do when you get your degree":

Waitress with a clear conscience

My friends page is mostly Russian. It's weird ( Read more... )

I don't think I worry about dying, but I'm scared of it. I never ever ever want to die ( Read more... )