I do not want to leave my house. I leave time and time again, primp and doll myself to look semi-acceptable - sometimes I look moderately attractive. I suppose I go out into the night because I know what will become of me if I sit here in this small apartment and drink my moderately priced wine alone. It's not a hard thing to conceive. There's ( Read more... )

Orgasms all around. And I'm not counting them like Amelie does from her rooftop. In fact I don't know how to get to my rooftop. I any event, last night I heard the sounds of copulating all around me. Spring love must be in the air. It's that sweet smell like lavender or blossoming orange trees. It makes me fucking sick. So sick that I wonder ( Read more... )

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"onto this cold dry earth, of which we are all visitors." -- Garrison Keilor

What is it about Lake Wobegon that we all feel a subtle connection of humanity? I have never been to Minnesota nor should I ever like to go there. Of course if my flourishing professional career with USC should take me there I will board a plane without hesitation.


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This morning I was drinking green tea and smoking a cigarette, tasting the sweet and sour irony on my tongue. I held my cigarette at the rim of the cup and watched the toxic tobacco smoke flirt with the steam of the tea. It was most possibly one of those, "you had to have been there moments." But I was. It occurred to me as I swirled the two ( Read more... )

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As I drive down Los Angeles' great freeways I can't help but think about all the cars around me. I myself drive an old Toyota Camry which, what it lacks in aesthetic qualities it makes up for in longevity. Looking around at the cars going NB on the 110 freeway up to Pasadena I see Mercedes, BMWs, and the ever prominent and statuesque Jaguar. ( Read more... )

Well by some freak of nature I made it back to Colorado alive. I have to stop in Tucson on the way back because that drive just kills me. UPDATE! I may not be able to go to Fresno because my scholarship money is up in the air. Apparently some serious DRAMA went down in the drama dept at CSULA. The good news is that I will get to spend more ( Read more... )

Well here I am in lovely San Francisco contemplating why my parents ever moved from here. But more importantly is my trek here ( Read more... )

Today was possibly the saddest day I have had in CA. My friends Claudia and Jacob left to their respective parts of the world. Saying goodbye to those two was so difficult because we became such good friends in only a couple months. We had a great party last night commemorating the dissolving of our geographical proximity. What the fuck, why ( Read more... )