it is both wrong and good to fall asleep with my spine to Mario's stomach, hands on Kat's shoulders, and Evan's hand on my waist. it is both wrong and good to wake in sweat, to hold still and listen to sharp movements, to nudge warm legs away. it is both wrong and good to hold so tightly in our sleep when the sofa is narrow and we might fall off, ( Read more... )

both of Roo's hind legs and his lower torso are dark purple and swollen. we made him legwarmers out of big socks, because he was licking his legs until they started seeping. he's drugged up and mostly sleeping -- sometimes eating turkey broth. liquid thanksgiving dinner, my mom calls it. there is snow in the north country and I want to get there ( Read more... )

My boy dog took a fall last night: the sound of his paws and claws on hardwood as he trips walking past the folding chair; my uncle holding his neck, trying to support him but probably seeming terrible; the three legs he walks on now instead of four. When he went outside he couldn't make it back up the stairs, so he slept in the basement last night ( Read more... )

+- skipping class ( Read more... )

Someone called me a feminazi last night. Coming out of the bathroom, I gave a close friend shit for leaving the toilet seat up, causing me to almost fall in. He recieved and reacted to it in exactly the manner I had hoped. I made a vague, playful statement (amidst much laughter at the idea of Amelia almost getting her ass wet) about men's general ( Read more... )

In a recent evening, in response to a simplistic question, K says simply I'm not sure there is a "what-I'm-made-of."

I get home to an email from J, sent moments before. He writes ...i don't trust anybody who doesn't have a sense of irony and the mysterious. so if you can't or don't want to take the time to figure me out, at least a little bit, ( Read more... )

I don't have very much to say here because I told all of it to Kat (whose name I will actually use) yesterday, while we knit under a large intentional tangle of yarn that grew larger from my hands. I didn't know right away how much better I felt, but I do now. And it is a lot better.

There is this one thing though:
Q: what is that one word for ( Read more... )

He has bought a wool cap and a very good rain coat that has been sitting in the store for weeks. He has a brown bag of bagels from down the street, and he offers me one immediately when I comment that they smell good. He chooses his payment carefully, using exact change and adding a dollar in quarters so that I will give him back just one five ( Read more... )

thing my sister wrote about the election results:I INTEND TO EAT FROSTING OUT OF A CAN. FUCK OBESITY, I HAVE PMS AND A MAJORITY IN THE HOUSE.thing I burned: bagels ( Read more... )

In a dream I can't get away from M. Wherever I go he's there, drunk and aggressive, with hands that won't stay off my shoulders, my neck, that won't stay out of my hair. His face is too close to mine and he is continually demanding something of me, using words that, in recollection, don't sound anything like English. This seems to go on for hours ( Read more... )