i could get high off of reading beauty. i read something and it hits me so intensely, i want to throw my body on the floor and envelop myself in it, and roll around intoxicated from words.

what is wrong with me?

People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across.
-- "Starving Again," Lorrie Moore

i would just like to say that i was having major anxiety about writing this 10-page paper and was seriously considering dropping this class because i felt like i didn't have enough resources to write about my topic and came up with a multitude of other excuses as well ( Read more... )

i somehow came into money two days ago. zeeba finally paid me a hefty check when i went in there before going to work at red maple and confronted kris about it. he wrote me a check on the spot with a "no problem!" wave of the hand and a, "i won't even take out any taxes!" i.e. "please don't cause a scene because i haven't paid you in over two ( Read more... )

shawn and i moved into our new place this weekend. to put it mildly, it was hell. ask brandy for details, as she kindly listens to me complain in the office ( Read more... )

so, i realized that zeeba owed me money a long time ago. and i let it go, pretty much, just occasionally calling my ex-manager (not tamer, who doesn't work there anymore, but the one kris, who i never ever saw and who now has all tamer's stuff/info/work hours of the employees). left kris just two messages over a three-week period, saying that could ( Read more... )

new kind of ipod, just announced. i want!

http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/

i have an apartment in greenbelt! is greenbelt ghetto? i hope not. it seems kind of ghetto... then again $899 for a two-bedroom with 3 huge walk-in closets, so close to a d.c. metro station, isn't bad. tis one exit away! and i love d.c.! and the metro! and and apartment is 39 mins from baltimore and 29 mins from umbc! a little far, but, it's a ( Read more... )

the part of me that is ripe has been aching all day. i spent an hour feeling the juices, kneading at the skin, practically clawing, trying to get rid of the ache. tenderness did not suffice. i tried to find with my fingers the core, the plum part of me i could rub out, to numb me, to release. but i grew tired. and now there will be flies, and

"The town was newly built, or rebuilt, on the flat floor of a seven-thousand-foot-high valley; it would soon bore Lo, I hoped, and we would spin on to California, to the Mexican border, to mythical bays, saguaro deserts, fatamorganas... Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed ( Read more... )