right now i'm eating beet salad and butternut squash with onions and pecans. how do i come up with these dinner choices ( Read more... )

1. Go into your LJ's archives ( Read more... )

today at work the old guitar player for soundgarden asked me for my number after i gave him an old stale cigarette i found in my coat.
thank god i moved to washington.

in other news - it feels like someone sticks peas up my nose every night as i sleep. the little allergy pea elf.

i am planting bell peppers in my foot inch strip of backyard.

this week in the pacific northwest a-z's ( Read more... )

dollar drafts - and fists full of peanuts. this had been the first night we had hung out alone, sat at a table, shot our eyes towards the bluegrass boy band - listing each atribute - a check mark off for a beard apiece. and within that hour we had suddenly taken to making large exclamations - slapping each other on the back - retelling our ( Read more... )

what i would do to be able to screech like robert plant on 'babe i'm gonna leave you' - i practice my best disgruntled growl walking into town to catch the bus in the mornings. three weeks ago we walked along san francisco streets caffeine buzzing and skipping along the sidewalks admiring real life palm fronds (you the low-fi femmes, me _____ ) - ( Read more... )

i'm afraid of how we enter into alcohol ( Read more... )

i've washed dishes and fallen asleep waiting
listening to the crackle of eggs frying
the birds of 4am
flitting across the frozen steps of the porch

i say that is supposed to
freezing rain
you tug my shoulder gently and
tell me that it
is supposed to freezing rain
verbs and adjectives
in wrong places,
they make sense to me either way,
anyway

a - abdul, paula. listened to 'cold hearted snake' at work - reminded me of how obsessed i used to be with her especially when i remembered all the words to the cat's rap in 'opposites attract ( Read more... )

now that no school looms in the future, my mood has become very unpredictable to say the least. i'm starting to form some semblance of a routine, with going to the haymarket every morning, looking for another part time job, writing/recording songs. at least what i carry around with me is much more interesting now, in my bag: watercolor paints, post ( Read more... )