I realized tonight, walking into my house that is as humid and hot as the air outside, that i don't like the smell of air conditioning. As much as i appreciate it the few times this summer I've experienced it (at Claire's apartment mostly), the air always smells exactly like what it is - produced air ( Read more... )

It makes me happy to put new music onto my iTunes. I have never had any sort of downloading capabilities on this computer, so 98% of my music is from cds, which makes it seem more legit to me, despite the fact that a lot of it is from cds i've checked out from the library and then illegally uploaded onto my computer ( Read more... )

            They say when you step, to step lightly. But I want to step hard, step forceful, step with meaning. Leave my mark and die. Mortality isn’t a curse, it’s a gift. It gives our immortality meaning. But when I lift up my foot here, I can’t see where I stepped. It’s the cement. You can’t leave your mark on cold, hard concrete, and I want to ( Read more... )

...you've come too far, to turn around now. you've given up the good fight. you're as strong as anyone, you're back where you started from, i see you're back where you started from. staring down the stars, jealous of the moon. you wish you could fly. but you're staying where you are, there's nothing you can do. if you're too scared to try ( Read more... )

an opportunist waiting for a chance to fuck you over, leave you flat. take off your dress, and go straight to the press, to make time on the evening news. is that the way, you see me baby ( Read more... )

i believe my life's gonna see the love i give, returned to me.

it's interesting to me that the more i read, the more i want to write. how quickly my inner narrative turns into just that - a narrative. as if i'm telling my own story through the eyes of some other author. not that it's much of a story. "she swung the wooden door to the third floor ( Read more... )

c'est la vie, what's done is done. and there's somebody for everyone ( Read more... )

This is going to make any friend of mine vomit in their mouth when they read this, but it's just too cute for me not to write it down ( Read more... )

i don't think words can encompass everything this past week satisfied for me. My desire for a boyfriend, which is generally deterred by my fantastically intense commitment issues. My need for a vacation, but my lack of means for said vaca. My love of being inebriated and the ridiculousness that accompanies it, that is normally deemed impossible ( Read more... )

There are so many things to say about this summer ( Read more... )