LOVE IN BROOKLYN

"I love you, Horowitz," he said, and blew his nose.

She splashed her drink.  "The hell you say," she said.

Then, thinking hard, she lit a cigarette:

"Not love. You don't love me. You like my legs,

and how I make your letters nice and all.

You drunk your drink too fast. ( Read more... )

There's been this feeling in my throat for a week now. It's hard to explain. I guess the best I can do is to say it feels like a tickle (not the good kind) each time I breathe in. It makes me cough. A really dry cough. I've been trying to hold my breath a lot ( Read more... )

My first day of actual ballet was today. Up until now we've been working on warm up and modern dance. I absolutely love ballet. I got to wear my leotard and practices exercises at the bar with mirrors everywhere. And we convinced Ms. Hinderlieter to let us wear a tu-tu, which I plan on doing in the near future. I wish my whole day would consist of ( Read more... )

It is hard for me to sort out the evens of the weekend. It feels like I just had one giant day. To quote a famous movie "I feel like a banana whip" does anyone know where that's from? I bet you don't.

Dance class makes me happy. It's a very nice way to start the day. During warmup the very first two songs Ms.Hinderlieter put on were by James Blunt. She has very good music taste. I am not flexible at all but I already knew that. My goal is to be able to do the splits by the end of the class. Oh yea, she told me I have good feet. Which I better ( Read more... )

I think it's safe to say that my final semester has the potential to be the best one of my high school career. Given that Emily Erikson removes herself from our lunch table. But one can only hope ( Read more... )

After six and a half years of training my dad sent Madalyn and me out into the world to confuse the foreign people and walk away with free donuts (as well as the dozen we paid for). We failed miserably. We didn't even attempt to get free donuts. The timing was completely wrong so we knew it wouldn't work. Plus there's just something about my dad. ( Read more... )

Me: Hey Brian, do you mind if i sit by you today ( Read more... )

i really liked last night ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think about not coming home after work. I mean, just driving all night until I fall asleep at the wheel or something. I like it better when you're not in town. You make me want to cry. So does your daughter.

I just want to blend into the crowd. Fade into the background. Go unnoticed. It seems to be working out.

I want to be whole.