I CAN'T STOP EATING THESE COOKIES, I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL THAT MY LIFE IS IN DANGER AS A RESULT, PLEASE SEND VARIOUS PROTEIN POWDERS AND SOME MOLDY CHOCOLATE.

but I jest. I love the sound of news with the volume turned too low, don't you? It's as though everything terrible in the world has been converted to a lullaby just for me.

I have put my head in a terrifying place. I want to get it out.

I wanna be a folksinger.

Summer reading is essentially in full swing, but I STILL don't have a coherent PLAN. I'm just going to have to pick my next book on a whim, and, as we discovered on the train, my whims tend to take me...nowhere. I am currently coexisting with To the Lighthouse, and I can't imagine I'll ever be satisfied with my writing ever again ( Read more... )

Thoughts on...you know. Unutterable.

Looks like it's fleet week. I'm a little overwhelmed by all the sailors, I feel kind of like I'm in that movie. The old one. Anyway, the important thing, ladies, is that these poor fellows seem to be plagued by cat calls; carloads of lusty women raising their lascivious voices. I witnessed it tonight, what degradation! The answer, however, is yes. ( Read more... )

I have napped awkwardly in the last 24 hours. My body is confused, and it threatens me now like a wounded animal. Meanwhile, father has many scrolls hanging in the apartment, featuring tigers, dragons, and fish. They are lovely ( Read more... )

I want to pack the dust bunnies too ( Read more... )

Oh gracious heavens, I just had the best breakfast of my life. It was the way I wanted the Waffle House road trip breakfast to be, except this time I knew better than to get a really sweet drink that would make me want to reverse the entire course of my life up to that moment ( Read more... )

nostalgia alert

is anyone around? I just got home, and I have to leave on sunday, but I don't have phone numbers and the air is at once electric and old.