rode to valley forge alone in the pouring rain. the touristy history of the place adds a kind of disquieting intrigue to an otherwise beautiful space ( Read more... )

we leapt into the truck bed giggling in apprehension and sank into the cold metal amid bags of reclaimed petfood, counting the long seconds before the truck started, stalled, spun into reverse, and shot noisily onto lancaster. and we felt that suspense die too quickly, breathing, staring up through laminar air watching old whitebark trees spin over ( Read more... )

is despicable. hah, i’m back and glad to be, and whoever of yous said this city sucks you in totally shot the statesman in the head or whatever ( Read more... )

i just sent an email to my old boss, who's encountering a lot of discouraging political hindrances over her HIV vaccine development. funny that i still think this way ( Read more... )

evidently simon has designated my room as his puking zone. he begins with an ill, warbling meow and then sprints to my room to regurgitate the animal derived paste that so unsettles his poor stomach. i've lost hope; my room will eternally smell like cat vomit.

someone spat in my face as i was riding past the 52nd street market. i looked back over my shoulder and said, “good aim.”

teaching literacy is all about guiding the kid’s brain. though i guess that’s true of everything. shut up ( Read more... )

i've been spending way too much time in my own head

so i turned in a paper in which the word "governmetal!" appears several times. and heard the sound of the crotch of my pants splitting as i vaulted myself + a two pound container of dates! over the manly frame of my bike. fuck bicycle gender

our vegan asses aren't attracting no bears
-nickt.-