On doing things you said you'd do ( Read more... )

I guess betrayal is something I've never really given a lot of thought to. I don't know why. Maybe I thought it'd never happen to me, or that I'd somehow not think of it as betrayal, whatever it was, or that I'd be so fucking magnanimous as to turn the other cheek and take it. I mean, I guess I could ( Read more... )

I think I'm moving to China. And my parents are going back to Texas. Finally.

Expecting to grow me some rosemary and sage somewhere about 50 miles out of Austin.

I write, now, as if reincarnated. My fourteen cups of green tea in the past 36 hours really solidified that.

Not to know how good we can have it, I think, is a prerequisite to life. We've got to have something to leave behind. That notion. That's what I'll leave.

We ate hot dogs on that big rock next to the pond.

I have something called superior mesenteric artery syndrome. Wikipedia makes it sound scary. I don't think it really is. Basically, I'm not lactose intolerant or allergic to gluten or too acidic or any of that funny business we've thought in the past. I have to eat slowly in really small portions for the rest of my life or I'll vomit alot. Ha!

i'm driving north tomorrow, and i might do something rash.

Maybe there's a really obvious visual cue I keep missing. Like a big red octagonal facemask. Skull and crossbones? Whatever it is, I hope I see it next time. For once. I would love to be the one who walks away.

eight days ago, I was bitten. by a human. girl. the story goes like this: she was drunk and i was standing there. my arm sustained a medium sized hematoma, some minor arterial damage and, obviously, a fair amount of subdermal bleeding. it looks kind of like hell. this is one of the most ridiculous things that has ever happened to me.


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Its just as I would have remembered it, if I had thought to remember it at all. Confronting vastness is something I learned to do as a child, something I lost. I lived where the echoes never faded, where children giggling five blocks away were clearly audible. I was small in an endless landscape of bleached grasses, naked windblown bushes wishing ( Read more... )

Its so strange to think how each year goes by without a sound until the last ten seconds. People are as loud as possible for the last ten seconds, spending those moments concentrating only on nothing at all - and then I guess spending the first ten of the next one hootin and hollerin and carryin on. Other than that, it just stays so quiet you can't ( Read more... )