cotton skirts and tank tops, a corona on the stoop, eighty degrees ( Read more... )

dear friends ( Read more... )

friendsgiving is my favorite holiday.

even from a distance.

the tea is on, on the burner. and the leaves are off, off the trees. the air is cold and crisp, and my nasal passageways are all stuffed up, and i am just looking at half a pomegranite thinking that the world is a pretty beautiful place most of the time.

sitting around all day trying to write grad school papers, i vividly remembered what college was like. it's actually been rather nice. i am still horrifyingly behind. but now i at least feel like i know how to catch up and like i am capable of it. three small papers down. three more to go. how exactly did i decide it was an option to stop ( Read more... )

rachel and i spent the night drinkng casually and showing each other our college facebook worlds in our pjs. i showed her the "literally" group and we both laughed so hard we almost peed.

please excuse my nostalgia and my rampant posting of unsolicited but loving messages.

i mean well. truly, i do.

things that would make me feel better ( Read more... )

some poems, in the dead of night, and you probably don't care anyway, and maybe i'm putting them together inappropriately. but here they are. the first one is my favorite of the three, the most resonant perhaps, right now ( Read more... )

i will leave it to primary sources to tell you about my day ( Read more... )

this is really weird and really random and none of you probably care but

i just smelled my armpits, and i swear that beyond the basic sweat smell there were undertones of crayola crayons and pencil shavings.

what is that about?!