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Just trying to mull this all over. At first, it felt like he had called my feelings fat or something - they were very wounded. Then the more interesting, reflective (but just as fixated) thoughts took over ( Read more... )

As the funds steadily deplete, my eyes are planted on job web sites. Going through Craigslist summoned up wild fantasies that I was not expecting - me as an egg donor; me as an actress helping a psychotic woman determine the faith of a wavering lover; me as a video jockey for an online music program; me as a full-time, housebound Mount Washington ( Read more... )

I entered the club and before me lay a disco wasteland. The room was vacant, save for two over-eager bartenders who attended to my unwavering thirst. Aside from the drink-fillers, my only company was the empty beat of techno-pop and flashing bright lights scattering over the dance floor like a billion Tinkerbells on crack. The smell of chalk ( Read more... )

 Her older brother and sister told her one evening about the world liberating itself from its itchy, itchy parasites.  They told her of the planet's plot to overheat itself, of the bugs that would crawl thirsty and starving without any hope of a strawberry milkshake, without the slightest possibility of an apple flavoured juice box, even without ( Read more... )

 He was the type of man who got gratification from reading the paper every morning.  As his eyes scanned the latest malady scouring the world, a fluttery hope of he knew not what sort swelled within him to the point of nearly bursting.  There was something reassuring about being able to reaffirm your diagnosis of the planet's state on a daily basis ( Read more... )

 Staring up at all that paint spattered darkness and waiting
For the Pollock drizzle to form a coherent design
To offer up a concrete solution
It skitters into dancing pitter patter  and 
you know deep down those speckles will never 
tie together 
in that desired constellation of destiny
It will always be a mish mash
giggling at you as you try to

 Then I went to meet Rita Bettencourt and took her back to the apartment. I got her in my bedroom after a long talk in the dark of the front room. She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. I told her it was beautiful. I wanted to prove this to her. She let me prove it, but I was too impatient and proved ( Read more... )

 Jobless, jobless.  Blech, blech, blech.
Fascinating how quickly your sense of purpose can diminish when left to your own devices.  This is freedom?  It feels terrible!  
My sleep schedule hasn't been helping either.  To bed at 4 and, one brief coma later, ready to start the day at 12!  Except not, because I'm never actually motivated to wake up as ( Read more... )

These past two days have been spent indoors, feeling habitually cranky and stagnant.  Since I didn't really seem to be accomplishing anything except a head full of white noise, I decided to walk to school.  The rain came pouring down as soon as I got outside but my bad mood was washed away in it and replaced with a cinematic bad mood.  I was ( Read more... )