This post might be the most pretentious thing I will ever write, but it's for a good reason, so bear with me ( Read more... )

Since Spring Break is here, all conversation has inevitably turned to "Beach Conversation". This is the occasion in which every frat bro, anime nerd, senior citizen, and parent alike constantly wax sentimental about the beach and how they long for sand between their toes, the cool sea air, and all those god damn cliches that are perpetuated by ( Read more... )

Oh these little rejections... how they add up quickly, one small sideways look and I feel so ungood. Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make me feel the way I thought only my father could. Oh these little rejections.... how they seem so real to me; one forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked. How these little abandonments seem ( Read more... )

One of the kindest things humans do on a regular basis is let people into traffic. You know how it goes: You're backed up to the next stoplight, and there's some poor guy in a raggedy truck filled with construction supplies looking frantically from left to right from an ill-placed driveway/road outlet that has NO chance of pulling out for the next ( Read more... )

Amsterdam made me want to escape. I still regret leaving early, but all my reason tells me that it couldn't have been any other way. It took all of my composure to walk from my loud Irish pub-slash-hostel across the Geldesekade without bursting into tears. I was exhausted, and at the same time so amazed at how decrepit the touristy part of the ( Read more... )

Okay, so I was drinking this no-calorie green tea out of a plastic snappley bottle, and my kinda/not quite-ex Kyle saunters by, and last time we talked, it was not pretty ( Read more... )

When I was about 3 or 4, I used to go over to this girl's house named Sherry. Except everybody (including my parents) called her Sherry-key because when she talked, she put -key on the end of everything in some weird sort of pidgin dialect. She would always ask if I wanted to "Go on a walk-key on the sidewalk-key", and I would really never know ( Read more... )

It's funny.  I really hate being in relationships.  I get sick of the guy really easily.  And I'm not talking like when you get sick of a food, like Top Ramen or whatever....  I start to hate every last mannerism, phrase, every tone of voice.  It's ridiculous.  I hate making plans, and I hate sticking to them even more.  I hate having to plan my ( Read more... )

Right now I was reading some archived internet documents with one eye shut.  I have no idea as to why I was doing that.  Today I went to Safeway to get some fucking juice or bags or something - I don't really remember.  I realized at one point that I needed some chicken, so I took a deep breath, grabbed a shopping basket in my quivering hands and ( Read more... )

I strongly believe that if you don't feel like writing, you shouldn't write.  If you do, however, opt to go against your better judgement and force words from a hand that may not be willing, then it is up to you to deal with the consequences of what disasters your forced labor may bring ( Read more... )