I'm going to drink a big glass of orange juice to celebrate!

I badly need a haircut.

Circular swish of the dishwasher lines the inner ear, toughness of raw meat wrapped into experience, what if the stars are cardboard and the sky simply felt? And what if the ground beneath us became levys and wheels? The whole thought reminds me of a face; cheeks of silk, mouth of charcoal, pistachio eyes. The truth it seems is not the falseness ( Read more... )

The More Loving One ( Read more... )

Today was a beautiful day on multiple accounts, but I don't have it completely flowing through me to properly express it. It involved fish and convicts, boards over marsh and letter writing near a bridge, Doris Lessing and conversation, an unexpected yes and long awaited visit, a faithful dictionary and Lindt truffles, and, lastly, most ( Read more... )

Letters left unsent stand idle and unread as paper towels stained with red wait to be bound with needle and thread ( Read more... )

I thrive on human interaction.

I'm thoroughly unmotivated to do anything with my life ( Read more... )

I've lost it.

I sit around all day. I read all day or nap or just stare into space. Sometimes I eat. Sometimes I smoke a cigarette. Sometimes I take walks. I think a lot ( Read more... )