tonight at the falcon, i french inhaled with visual confirmation from others for the first time ever.
apparently, it was aesthetically pleasing.

fucking sweet.

alarm clock like murder in philadelphia complete black, pitch and sticky. allure of dreams, something about twee pop. packing again in a complex and harried hurry, wash face and brush teeth. coffee in my brother's mug and my mother leaving home for a week as she does. long lines at the airport and all that anxiety about missing flights and missing ( Read more... )

i write best of lists and they're lame but okay and i like doing them, so there.

Cormac Mccarthy
There’s something happening here, and it is clearly and completely terrifying. We will sacrifice a lot for each other, but all of that is not enough. Somewhere there are trees of dead babies and bones with the flesh boiled off of them. Somewhere people ( Read more... )

1) christmas eve to christmas at a reggae bar in toronto called thymeless. as dj chocolate spun tunes and i sipped a relatively strong gin and tonic couldn't hear anything but felt happy ( Read more... )

least fulfilling days in forever. sleeping on sofas because i don't have a bed (or rather it's been disassembled & i had to pack up all my dolls who were sleeping in my second closet, and that was strange and somewhat depressing, all of their curls and clothes, their patterns and small shoes, and how much they upset me), haven't gotten to see ( Read more... )

feeling a little better but slept a lot today a grumpy dream wherein i had been taking a fifth class on bird-watching all of last quarter and had gotten a very stellar grade in in but was not actually enrolled. the class was conducted in something which looked strangely like my elementary school gym, and i spent much of the time playing with a rope ( Read more... )

so i'm very ill, haven't really left my bed since i got back to philadelphia except to go to the doctor and find out that i don't have strep. my voice is evil and it hurts to talk, so if i haven't called you back (you!) that's why. also, haven't been awake for more than two hours at once. feeling all woozy and ugh and nauseous. apparently i have a ( Read more... )

knitting amanda made me a burgundy and orange hat. if that sounds amazing, it's because it is. yes ( Read more... )

done with finals, in the strict sense. after two white russians and a couple posts to a/z board, am relatively well. quite shell-shocked (duh), but fine. watching firefly (oh malcolm reynolds, i enjoy you) and listening to mirah remixes, which are somehow amazing. and fuck, i look old and fuck, i feel old. but that's cool, that's okay by me. ( Read more... )

i miss silk city. i'm not sure what this means. my apartment is fucking freezing, and when i wake up tomorrow to go the radio it will feel like -2 degrees outside, according to weather.com. i'm really frustrated and gross feeling, completely incompetent and sort of sad but not sure what i'm sad about, so therefore completely useless. tomorrow i ( Read more... )