I'm a paranoid,
I like you all.
I did something drastic;
nothin to do with nothin;
don't take a fence, take on that field.

public eye sometimes;
jen, post your poems!
cookies for breakfast.

sincerely, an idiot.

New red sweatshirt, decision breaking; it's March ( Read more... )

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It is fifty four degrees out, Allston. January 11, listening ( Read more... )

On the sold-out train this morning, I got paired with a wrinkled lady named Magda. She left the most polite voice mail messages for her friends and offered me apple quarters out of a plastic bag ( Read more... )

It really is November, but the weather is sweeter than how October closed shop. I have not stopped wearing bell-bottom jeans, for a while now. I'm realistically close to an un-aided ponytail. I have stupid superstitions like ( Read more... )

It is the morning and I am content, at peace about a lot of things. The miserable morning curse is over. I am going to eat some eggs.

What is it about everything that is so sticky? Gum, jelly on the counter; Elmer's glue ( Read more... )

I'm watching the ape man, I smell like a chimpanzee who eats bananas. Oh Oh Oh Oh,
broken hearted archaelogists.

Nevermind, I'm bored of this!