that one time i ( Read more... )

i'm sitting on a shaggy blue rug (well- two little rugs that were pushed together to make a much larger rug) with chords and iPhones and credit card plastics strewn all around me, the entire way around ( Read more... )

take pity on me/don't pity me
i want them both and hate them both at the same time

pity me/don't pity me/pity me/don't pity me
i think it's because i swing between the two myself and what more does anyone want but for someone to just swing their arm over your shoulder and say "i get it, man." this was the dream narrative that was being slow- ( Read more... )

Sometimes the answer to all of life's queries, each trouble or riddle that is plaguing the mind, can be found in a worn pair of jeans playing a sad and lilting guitar. Singing to me, right there, to all of us, and not thinking about it too much ( Read more... )

getting out of the house is a much, much needed change of pace. last night, albeit alone, was a real game-changer in terms of enlivening my mental state.
i washed my bangs. if that says anything at all, it says everything.

my morning was leisurely. i listened to Sade as loudly as my computer could play it, pulled on something clean and breezy, and ( Read more... )

whenever the wasps outside my window tap their little stingers on my window pane and make that "tink tink tink tink"  sound, i can't help but think about Jumanji, when those insane killer mosquitos were making a move on kirsten dunst and "tink"ed all the way through the glass. it's freaky. these little guys are building nests under every single ( Read more... )

the summer's sun is rushing in and this time i feel like i am exactly where i am supposed to be. it's a love-hate affair, but this year i am trying to keep my arms wide, wide open to embrace it-- the heat, the humidity, the mosquitoes, the creatures that rustle through our flower beds ( Read more... )

and here i am in a muggy, sunny swamp.
old friends rushing close by, but can't help feeling not so much isolated as i do lost.
my head is fuzzy, i am exhausted, and i have a 2 lb block of cheese from costco that is keeping me company while i sort what is what.

hey, got a minute? because i need to just tell you right now that i am leaving los angeles in 90 hours.
like, leaving leaving.
like, not coming back, driving away with all of my things in a car leaving.
there has been a parade of good byes and toasts and hugs and kisses. i have wept for this city, my place in it, and how it's changing into ( Read more... )

enough hemming and hawing ( Read more... )