one rushed morning as i tried to get to school with a pop tart dangling from my mouth, the chrysler took its last gasp. fifteen years is a long time for the dent mobile. it will rest temporarily in my field until demo derby season--then my stepdad will do whatever damage to it that i haven't yet. sometimes i get really sad about it, and walk out ( Read more... )

last year my mom picked sophie's birthday to tell me she was pregnant with cate. she picked the anniversary of sophie's death to tell the rest of the family. (what fucking irony.) now we have cate and i don't think i could ever love anyone more or want to help shape her life more but there's this thought, just in the background somewhere, reminding ( Read more... )

i am woken suddenly because my nasal passages are completely blocked. 6 a.m. seems impossibly early to me. so i amble out of my room and manage to put the kettle on. my mother is in the kitchen downing heavy duty tylenol. we bond over our collective, horrible colds and curse cate for spreading her baby germs to us. i eat nearly half a box of fruit ( Read more... )

this week has been ridiculous (correction: i have been ridiculous ( Read more... )

I quit Word today.

25 of those terrible baskets in the living room ( Read more... )

ps: right now i'm a bit too ambitious for my own good.

words are consuming my life, just because of papers and articles and copy for yearbook and real journal entries and letters to a boy away at school and...
right now, writing voluntarily seems like a wretched fate. therefore. i don't.

yesterday evening i saw andrew off with a few notebooks.

fatigue. i can't seem to get enough sleep lately. my bed is so welcoming and so hard to leave. i find my eyes feeling heavier every moment and must sneak precious moments of rest behind the protection of a book, or a kind friend who agrees to block me out of teacher's sight. my busy head tuckers itself out all too often ( Read more... )