another day that i miss the train miss getting out of bed miss pressing the snooze button and instead opt for a post-breakf internet pajama marathon alone in the unheated echoing apartment across the street from the shabby little church which somehow maintains a steady following of suited, hatted men and women. like clockwork.

the end of the year is coming up quickly, and the 10 months of the 'new' year that i've spent procrastinating are weighing on my conscience. every year i promise i'll devote myself to the bettering of my life, and it seems every year i'm making the mad dash into the holiday season full of desperate aspiration, but coming up short. last year: i ( Read more... )

i'd like to be able to go out for some drinks and dancing without blacking out. i'd like to remember why my phone is water damaged and justify why i'm scouring craigslist for a decent replacement. i'd like to be able to stand being in my room long enough to get things squared away and sort dirty things from the clean. i'd like to have a codeine ( Read more... )

had a lovely weekend in santa cruz with my fella, despite chilly water and a flea bag motel. exhausted from working 8 hours and getting off at 2 p.m. turning 21 in a few hours, but way too tired to be really stoked on it ( Read more... )

i love san francisco and living in a decent neighborhood and having a real relationship and visitors from new york and a job 5 minutes from home. i love going to bike rallies with my formerly estranged father and getting matching tattoos. i love cardigans and dunks.

things are going well.

i just got the most unexpected phone call. if i had a list of the ten people that i would least expect to contact me out of the blue, i don't even think he'd make the list. his number was long erased from my phone book (but it's not like i'd ever forgotten it ( Read more... )

twitter is like livejournal with a.d.d. which works well enough for my lifestyle. i'll post something longer than a short paragraph again someday...but until then, TMZ.com!

i just remembered a time when i was 10, at a parent/teacher conference with my mom at Leitz elementary in san jose. i was supposed to get a B+ in math, but i started tearing up because i had never had such a low mark, so my teacher changed the grade to an A ( Read more... )

a few forties later and we're fucking on the floor. briefly. bring him home he's got a beard played drums in the van the band in the van. too hot for my comfort. go back inside the house, kitchen ceiling like a sunflower- children running through clouds of pot smoke. dance and drink and dance make eye contact dance and come back to our house ( Read more... )

can't a girl get a break?!