i have writers' block and no money.
i feel a little like a frustrated henry miller, except i have a severe and serious lack of cigarettes.
and no typewriter.

but seriously, i would kill for a camel light.
really.

today is a little, shall we say, shitty ( Read more... )

the day to day of baltimore seems to bring many into a roundabout malaise of sorts ( Read more... )

upon writing this:

...if you looked down at my sleeve, my heart would be quite visible right now ( Read more... )

well, contents of an exhausted girl's head ( Read more... )

at midnight last night i put on assorted waterproof puffy garments and ran outside into the snowy streets of rural quebec. at the end of one street was an odd network of playgrounds. i ran through knee-deep pristine snow dunes through a small baseball field and collapsed on the ground. i lay on my back and let the snow fall on my face as music ( Read more... )

my friends are lovely.
my girlfriend is amazing.
the semester is over and school can actually be beneficial.
i was in a film today.
i danced a lot the past two days.
i love my life right now.
and i have never been this tired in my entire life.
i am going to sleep until amanda calls.

in addition, i have a fucking mountainous pile of work to do ( Read more... )

as the afro-beat orchestra crescendoed to its most triumphant burst in the fifteen minutes of song, she kissed me as we danced. and in the darkened room, amongst the people we knew were watching and the people that weren't, we couldn't stop. we kissed and kissed and danced.

there is nothing like it.

long days ( Read more... )