I hope that someday my shirts, my hair, the fruit in the bowl on my kitchen table, and my makeup the frames of my reading glasses match perfectly to the walls in my apartment, not unlike Monica's utterly-out-of-her-price-range apartment in Friends.

the idea of France continues to haunt me.

tho i know not the road from here, there's some stretch of here left to go.
a professor once told me in jest, "when in doubt, go to paris."
i may heed judicious levity, if just once more.

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In the typical day, I consume some bit of money via credit cards; I consume more than the amount of food needed for healthy survival; I consume cups of coffee and tea for pleasure; I consume some mints; I consume time; I consume the clothes I wear; I consume His grace and mercy; I consume ceaselessly. One of the OED's definitions of consumption ( Read more... )

i have made a resolution to drink more water.

i realized that i had not had a drink of straight water, unaccmopanied, in a long time. i had been replacing my liquid intake with coffee, tea, and diet cokes. but no more every single drink is a treat, mainly because it's hard to satisfy like crisp cool clean water for the parched throat.

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there is something to be said for sinatra and a martini at 2am
too bad i know not how to make martinis

i slept through three phone calls, one person kicking me, four alarms, and one class. "i guess you needed it," is what they would say.

but,

jy: omg
jy: you're lame

axr: NICE

james yu: you're like an amalgram of all the characters in the great gatsby

not to overgeneralize or anything, but why do soccer moms feel entitled to the world?

arg!