She seemed to find it peculiar in a way and would often catch herself mid-blush, causing her to twitch her nose and make a face like some confused, starry-eyed child. It was just these faces that he found irresistible.

I feel like staying up late and going to the beach or the mountains. I'm sure I have work tomorrow and I don't care. I wouldn't mind being alone here at my friends' apartment, but that's just it, it's not my apartment and if it was it wouldn't feel empty. I get off work at midnight but i really feel like seeing anybody.

Tonight i worked till 12am and helped a blind woman put her groceries away in the refrigerator. A couple of weeks ago i helped a disfigured woman put all of her groceries away too- and then again a few days later. One of those women listened to the most beautiful music and could tell that i liked it, and she told me the name of the artist but i ( Read more... )

I work a grocery delivery job that specializes in delivering to pricks and rock stars, I'm living for free on my friends' couch (i feel awful about it), everything that matters to me is within a thirty minute drive of everything else, i go to film school and learn all about "industry standards", my school is in the valley, i have no love life and ( Read more... )

i wish i could stop having nightmares. i dont really feel like sleeping alone tonight but i get so tired when people show up and keep me company. last night amirtha came over and we just sat around and talked about music and movies. i was glad she came because it gave me an excuse to give someone else the bed and we both got to get up at 5am to get ( Read more... )

ive not got many people close by to share things with, and sometimes i have trouble seeing why people cant like the things i do the way i do. maybe im just shitty and eveyone else is right for being the way they are. and then i see a person and they're just as bad as me. but they arent me and they cant want to be me. and everyone's heard this this ( Read more... )

Orson Welles movie marathons, and Jean-Pierre Melville on stock. My mind is temporarily put on ice, and there is much to be written. I see the same people during the week and my connection with them is that of someone from the outside looking in on everyone, and reading their expressions; wondering where ( if anywhere) I fit in there. Alex is only ( Read more... )

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The night was slow and now i'm sleepless. I dont want to do anything right now and i can only hope that when i do sleep (and i will sleep) my dreams will say what i cant say now: that somwhere there is something growing on an uneven keel and that it could, if given the chance, swallow me up and leave nothing of my friends. I thought of writing a ( Read more... )

it was one of those fountains where the large bowl at the bottom went up into smaller little bowls. all of the bowls were dripping water in an endless circulation, except the largest one. It sounded like a summer day at a pool but it was night in the dream, and there was no one around. I could distinctly hear children and splashing, but there wasnt ( Read more... )