I have a friend here who is also from Long Island and is named Jessica Mary and speaks Italian. Weirdest thing ever? Maybe. Anyway, she's a fiction writer here like me, but she's also an amazing poet and doesn't actually believe me when I tell her that her poems are fucking amazing. Anyway, she showed me one of her end of the semester portfolio ( Read more... )

I always open this webpage and mean to write an entry but I never quite get it done. So this time I'm just going to not care if what I have to say sounds good or means anything or is interesting but just write it ( Read more... )

I'm back ( Read more... )

I'm having fever dreams of his hair brushing my shoulders. Ben always had relatively short hair, and I never really understood why girls always liked guys with hair hanging in their faces...but I sure do understand it now. Anyway, I've been in my room all day working and being feverish and I want him to come over and kiss my neck and let his hair ( Read more... )

I get very easily lost in the shuffle. People find it easy to overlook me and not hear what I say and they don't even mean to do it and they don't even know why.

By the way, I'm starving but it's raining out. So no food for me, at least not for a good long while.

Answer the Qs and add one of your own ( Read more... )

the saga of south american sephardic jews ( Read more... )

Happy Chanukah, everyone ( Read more... )

Yes, I can't sleep. One of those nights, I guess. I feel slanted, like half of me is elevated higher than the other, but I'm sitting straight. Kind of weird. Lots of pressures in my head.

Writer's block. Someone give me a prompt.

trying to bore myself to sleep. please ignore.
( you know I'm bored when I start doing these. )

Reading through my old journal I come across this line:

"My life is like sex with a condom. It's fun, but there's a layer separating it from me. It might be a mint-flavored glow-in-the-dark funky cool condom, but still."

I was definitely an odd kiddo.