So I don't write much anymore. I've debated getting rid of my account about a hundred times, especially because in the wisdom so emblematic of my 16th year of life I chose a name that I really hate, but I'd hate to lose those snippets of a certain few people that I would no doubt miss otherwise ( Read more... )

How is it that every time I am feeling low or tired or defeated - you find me? Today was a stomach ache. I'm not anxious for Friday.

One Paycheck

One Notecard from my Pea

One 8-page letter written on the back of a bar menu from St. Louis, also with newspaper clippings and a matchbook

Last night I watched Blue Planet before I went to bed, and this is what happened ( Read more... )

It's funny how a song can make you think of something so specific as skinny calves with the sun on them in a station wagon after ice cream, or of laying exhausted on the floor, not knowing how you ended up there, or of such an exact street corner, which you might really never see again. funnier how a song that used to make you think that things ( Read more... )

Cultural Significance ( Read more... )

A super-calloused fragile mystic hexed with halitosis!

I adore you,
but
you are wrong
about
the aspic.

Comment by blackbird - April 3rd, 2007 at 8:08 pm

Oh my God I totally forgot that I put whole cardamom pods in this shit...

I feel an almost suffocating sense of waste ( is it that? when I am here. The drawers I am still allowed to keep in my parents' house are filled - yes, really filled - of these things I have collected over years and years that I can't bear to part with. Seashells from beaches six years ago, beautiful presents from people that I don't feel careful ( Read more... )