I forgot to mention that everything was alright as soon as I smelled the rain oozing down the brick buildings, and the huddling, creaking scent of salt-soaked pylons in the sea. I'm leaving. I fetishize it. This week was great; I demand a whole summer of it.

1. I make the best coffee in the world. That is not being vain, that's being truthful. It's muddy, and thick, and strong and smells like whole coffee beans.

2. If you drink an extra-large coffee from Dunkin' Donuts and a Sparks Lite, you will have to pee for at least FIVE MINUTES straight.

I feel really inadequete. I think I may have actually lost my good taste for heartfelt music. Am I a motherfucking hipster?

I just realized that one of my Medieval Literature paper topic is the same one that I wrote about for the midterm. She said it was perfect. Why am even gonna front like I'm gonna be noble and choose a different topic?

Memory is my favorite drug in the whole wide world, one I could never quit. I was reading, this morning, some things I wrote on here in 2003 and it feels so good now that the weather is warm. That was the end of the time when I could say I lived in New York, at least for now, and that has a certain sadness ringing in it, but also a very strong ( Read more... )

Today was beautiful and sunny and sixty five degrees. I just kicked a ball around with John and David in 1960s Adidas soccer boots and red argyle dress socks, and we must have looked like real pricks. John wore a shirt with his own band on it, and I'm wearing a 1986 Mets world series championship t-shirt I've had since I was a kid. Good things ( Read more... )

I haven't slept a lot or eaten a lot of anything recently. I'm on nervousnervousnervous energy. I think I caught a cold, so I'm gonna take some NyQuil and sing about stupid shit and write about stupid shit in a narcoleptic haze until I fall asleep. Takin' the edge off, yo.

This is why I love The New Yorker:

http://newyorker.com/critics/music/index.ssf?050307crmu_music

"Ring My Bell: The Expensive Pleasures of the Ringtone ( Read more... )

I received a TOP SECRET envelope with a CD and notes in it today. Yay! Also, I am wearing a sharp blue blazer over a blue turtleneck, and blue shoes and blue jeans. BLUE MONDAY exceptitsthursday.

p.s. Thank you. HEARTBALLOONS.

My mouth tastes like cinnamon, but the bad kind of cinnamon. I saw cinnamon spice tea and I was like "Alright cool" but it tasted like artificial cinnamon candy, not the spice cinnamon that I love. That candy shit tastes nasty. I knew I was right for not liking that Tazo bullshit. Fucking liars. I feel like going clothes shopping again, to boost my ( Read more... )