I've been writing poems again. stupid ones. blunt ones. I don't even try to conceal anything, if you haven't noticed. I debate posting them. how long can I drag out a subject (clearly, four months, at least)

today I saw a girl carrying a bag that read "I love christian boys." I want to make one that says something retalitory such as "jewish boys have bigger cocks" or something equally offensive (yet true ( Read more... )

i'm a little black raincloud

1) my dog died today ( Read more... )

The sound of silence
is all the instruction
You'll get

- Jack Kerouac.

I learned this. at midnight, in my mother's room at my grandparents. I could sit on the bed and SCREAM louder even than I can cry. but when I stop, it's still only me, breathing. and no one else.

my admissions essay to the college of santa fe about an important life experience that I wrote approx. three years ago. I'm not sure what hurts worse... the bad writing, or the lines that state "my mother would not be alive today if..." that's so funny. because she's not! oh fuck you optimism ( Read more... )

a few things ( Read more... )

I'd like to start writing down the lessons I learn everyday.

for today, dix septembre:

x don't follow people who are speeding. because YOU'LL be the one to get pulled over! fuck
x and... thats all I care to post. I really intended for more. swear

kati helped me devise a new happy screen name. so find me on aim here, at my new uptempo kind of name :

♥ ballare sul mare

which she tells me is italian for "to dance on the sea." no more sylvia plath lines :(

three months down and the last one counting.

(I surpassed the longest I have gone without speaking to you over forty days ago. so when do I believe them about missing you less, when every day I go longer without seeing you? I fail to understand their logic, still.)