we are a generation named for bob dylan and soap operas, dead writers and sitcoms. we are the children of the children of the 60s. we are decadent and dangerous and we delight in miniature machines and handheld gadgets. we watch a nation crumble nightly on on our plasma tv screens. love is lost on us and it is replaced by satellite signals and cell ( Read more... )

i have hundreds of pages of reading, papers to write, and art to do. but instead i will make angsty live journal entries while listening to the proto-indie rock of r.e.m. my hand is tired, my heart aches ( Read more... )

i see him in his button-up shirts and his sweaters and i try to remember if i touched them once. i see his hair and i know i touched that, ran my hands through it and down, down his back. i see a light on in his room and i remember being inside looking out. i bite my tongue and then remember that i had nothing to say in the first place ( Read more... )

pure drunkenness last night and i thought to myself and i said to myself that life works out in funny ways. it's almost 2006 and i can't say i have any idea where i'm going and i can't really make much sense of where i've been. and that's ok.

rock and roll.

wake up ( Read more... )

my life has become pinkerton and the smiths. rivers cuomo, you speak to my heart with your pre-green album words. sometimes desire consumes me. sometimes i realize that convincing myself that i am happy is an art that i have not perfected. and always these nights when i try to sleep i see him taking a drag and then flicking the cigarette into the ( Read more... )

so i woke up this morning to extreme thirst, as per usual on a saturday morning. and now i can't sleep. and basically the fact that "i want you (she's so heavy)" just came on at random is fucking ridiculous. in sum, everything is fucking ridiculous. my life has become a series of awkward incidences and people, interspersed with moments where i'm ( Read more... )

back at vassar, because my life has become a series of backandforths. where is home these days anyway? train rides and there's the first snowfall of the year outside the window, flying by and melting fast. i love my family because we don't really make any sense at all when it comes down to it. god is an absurdist through and through. it's strange ( Read more... )

last night was probably the strangest of my life.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.

chance, drinks, dreams, and some fucking crazywonderful friends go a long way.

(i'd like to take a drive right now, with allmy windows down. it is autumn.)

so it's fun to listen to everclear and feel like i'm 12 again. so simple, so simple ( Read more... )