Listen to Om or get the fuck out of my face

Avoid going to favorite coffee spot for fear of running into everyone I've ever known here, some early morning headachey This Is Your Life ( Read more... )

With the onset of winter comes the onset of FULL BLOWN VICES. YEHHHH ( Read more... )

Two sips at a time.

Today was cold, colder than the wool sweater I wore and the rain-proof shell I threw into my bag as I left, running to catch the bus, having woke up sick, stuffy, misaligned. One would have been misled by the morning: sunny, warmer than anyone had dressed for. Sitting on the concrete block at the bus stop, sipping the warm drink ( Read more... )

I'M LEARNING TO SPEAK.


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The feel of putting on cold clothes on a cold morning in a cold room is going to kill me. The beginning of winter has now become associated with anger ( Read more... )

Boston wanted me to be intoxicated in some manner all day. I politely declined on many an occasion, but acquiesced on some. Boston wanted me to be loud and to be assertive. Boston wanted me to go the wrong way down a one-way. Boston wanted me to sit on the porch and heckle the throngs of yeah-dudes and slutskies gathered in the street ( Read more... )

Midnight saw me in Oregon, and the morning getting off on the wrong subway stop in New York City. Meeting my friend on the J train platform and eating home fries in St. Marks Place. Bleary eyed I followed Alyssa around the city, every square inch fascinating. Ocular overload. Staying out of downtown kept the 9/11 memorials to a minimum. To Grand ( Read more... )

I was seeing, perhaps myself ( Read more... )

Sometimes I hate that I have to talk ( Read more... )