Go through the motions of each day.
Walk from here to there.
Do what you are supposed to.

I am tired.

Lots of summer.
Life is good.

no more words.

My best friends house feels like home in a way. It has been good to be here, to be north. Tuesday I am going to LA and then I might not be going back to SB until July. I might end up in New Mexico. I don't know yet. We went to San Fracisco today and smiled ( Read more... )

Working on final things; one more project and then I am done.
Picking up all the pieces.
Remembering that I am human.

the world goes on ( Read more... )

So, I almost gave my two weeks last night at linens n things but my mother talked me out of it as she always does when I want to go through with these rash decisions. But everyone there hates it so fucking much because it sucks in all possible ways and everyone is wondering when I am putting my two weeks in because apparently word is that I am ( Read more... )

the dog is barking at a cockroach

How many times in the last two and a half years have I made the walk along the lagoon up the stairs to CCS?
All I can think about are words. Words I haven't spoken, words I have written, words others have written.

(I don't want to have a job anymore.)

the print shop has claimed my soul.

I am pretty sure that I am the only one in CCS at this point.

This morning I wrote three papers.

If I stay awake for four more hours I will have been awake for 24 hours.

(But I feel like I haven't really wasted any time today.
If only I could make every day as productive as today).

1.YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name ( Read more... )