Here's a list for Tuesday: titles ( Read more... )

Waiting for my gym ride, hungry, I smell like toasted bread after spending the night at Deborah's ( Read more... )

I read old letters when the mood suits me, mostly letters sent to me. I wish I could read the letters I've sent people, but that can't be. They've all been sent. I never made copies ( Read more... )

1) There are two types of drowned lizards: the recently drowned kind, skimming the bottom of the pool as though they were alive, just frozen in ether, with the hope that they may not really be dead; and the really dead ones, bloated and gray, bits of skin peeling round the mouths as they float on the surface, too lazy to slough off death ( Read more... )

I'm with Leo at the Beacon office right now, getting a LiveJournal account. He's in the background, reading out loud from his old high school entries---they're funny, they make me laugh. I don't know why I'm getting this. Maybe its because I want to keep in touch with friends who've left, maybe because I'm supposed to be doing serious work and am ( Read more... )