leaving is not enough; you must ( Read more... )

I don't even LIKE dried fruit!

with her mouth making movements to introduce thoughts, i sat ( Read more... )

I miss math. I miss knowing the answer is within reach, knowing there's a way to work the problem. I miss the frustration of not getting a concept, I miss the fresh explanation that makes it all click. I love it. I hate my major and I'm stressed the fuck out about money right now, which makes it hard to discern whether my realization is just the ( Read more... )

My dad's talking to my mom about the layoffs at work. Friday was the last day for people they laid off, and he said it was really emotional ( Read more... )

How I hate the rain but love the warm so days like this are so twisted, but in the end I come home and can't stand the clouds. So I close all the blinds and just pretend like it's night when it's really only 3:30 ( Read more... )

It was an odd walk home. I passed Anthony Fabbricatore as well as Liz and her boyfriend. I was creepy college girl in sweatpants and grandma slippers with her meowing cat in a bag over her shoulder. Then I passed a porch and saw two people cradling a third sobbing guy between them, having this conversation ( Read more... )

I have leftover chinese food, and I forgot I had a microwave so I heated it in a skillet and then remembered about the microwave, but I think I just like it better this way anyhow.

Some days I drink coffee, some days I don't. My apartment is a mess, my life is equally disorganized. There's a single macaroni noodle in my bathroom sink, I found it in my hair. I'm afraid to be 50. I'm afraid to be 40. I'm afraid to be anything or anywhere other than where I am, and at the same time, I can't stand it. I feel suffocated and bored ( Read more... )

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