Yeah, I drank too much last night. Too much for me, by the way, is 4 drinks over the course of six hours. Ha ( Read more... )

Not much, apparently.

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...to watch TV while you're eating lunch on the weekend ( Read more... )

I spent some time getting to know my new boyfriend this weekend. His name is Deitu Hondrid. Foreign born, he's kind of heavy but he fits well in my hand. Likes to hang around my neck a lot. I like him because he has a lot of focus (har) and he's quick to react to my every whim ( Read more... )

Writing is, in a way, like figure drawing. Or, at least nonfiction writing is. There's this form, this person in front of you, naked as truth, and your eyes are taking in the way the light bounces off of her skin. You pick up your pencil and you start with the part that intrigues you the most. The back of the knee, say, or the curve of the neck ( Read more... )

At creating a globe.


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I tripped on this while running around the web today... http://www.flickr.com/photos/mon-album/2086286594/in/set-72157604917015606/Read more... )

Out in the ones and zeros, panicked, searching for something to use for work, reading whatever passes in front of my eyes, letting my brain do the connecting and the zapping, from one link to the next to the next to the next and back, back, back, back to the first again, sometimes I run across something that reminds me of things deep down inside of ( Read more... )

There are days that I feel I'm just not cut out for this. And I have a hard time telling if it's my inexperience, my style, or something worse...

The flame is missing.