Okay so this kid Josh wants my apartment bad ( Read more... )

coffee and jazz music in the morning make me happy.

jazz always has me aching for new york. and i think coffee conducts ADD.

but somehow its a savory fusion.

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I guess I could write about the time we took straight shots of vodka out of an old Gatorade bottle and rode our bikes in a pack on a dark night to the Gallivan Center and I did my best to look past my broken heart and feel free and laughed that “This is strange but I like you” laugh at Sabrina’s attempt to inflate my front bike tire with air but it ( Read more... )

Where are you Liz I need you.

Stripper: Are you guys married?
Me: no BUT YOURE GORGEOUS

Cody, as he tried vainly to communicate with me through my mesmerization: uh...yeah, you are ninety percent gay and maybe 10% straight.
Me: Wait...huh?

Sincerely, i want to strip. i think i could pull it off.
[morning after edit.]

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You wear a white tank top with no bra and people are going to look. The thoughts that follow through the gaze though, well they are pretty inscrutable. Either way it’s a lot of fun ( Read more... )

You are still the song I sing to myself when I'm alone.

[It just comes out slower, sadder, and more hopeless now.]

The thought of going home, sprawling out on my futon in my underwear, and reading Toni Morrison until my hearts content [which will be hours] gives me the same feeling that I used to get waking up on Christmas morning when I was a little kid.

Oh did I mention my sobriety spanning its wings over a week now? I can’t be too technical about it, but I don’t count Saturday because Cody and I went camping and I drank reluctantly over the stubborn camp fire in hopes it would wrap its warm clutches around my shivering frame one last time. As for our camping stint, it was a series of ( Read more... )