god, everything today makes me want to cry. this movie i saw, friends here and especially not here, roommates, pop songs, horses, crushes' exes' music videos, the bump on my head. feelin' so rawwwwwwwww. i kind of like it but the thing is i only slept an hour before work this morning after a couple sips of four loko, so stupid, so there. i would ( Read more... )

an admittedly weak smack but still solid vindication, drinks on the cute bartender and the cute danielle, ricotta pancetta and spinach calzone, record-swapping for x and adam & the ants: really can't argue one bit with yesterday.

the best is when you hesitantly force yourself out of the house when you're not really feeling it, and then end up meeting lovely strangers, drinking blood orange mimosas, snuggling so romantically with the cutest cat on earth, and eating peach pie fresh out of the oven. it was even nice walking home after missing the last train, with rando ken who ( Read more... )

of course i've recovered my reason and thank god for that, but it is a tiny truth that i wasn't quite done with you. there are places i never got around to kissing. my tent in its bag against the wall makes me wistful but i'm much too smart for this oh yes oh yes oh yes.

how gross is it that i how gross is it ( Read more... )

i would pay money to remember the last name of leslie, my righthand trashy childhood neighbor with the cement house and dirt yard, who liked making things explode and convinced me my sole china doll was possessed by a vengeful ghost, whose mom fed us vacuum-packed army issue saltines and peanut butter while we recorded fake radio shows and awful ( Read more... )

twenny-ten was rung in with much dancing, much kissing, too much smoking, some smashing, much respect for ami's crowd control skills, oddly timed heavy talk and astonishingly good bleary-eyed fuzzed-over morning-after sex, a hooded and haggard hangover supply run to new seasons and little caesar's in matching shoes and balmy gloom, confetti ( Read more... )

perhaps the time really is coming for the move away - the Big One. for the cabin, the sheep, the wood stove, the dirt road, nowhereness! just sky forever. wolf point montana, on the edge of the reservation. something ( Read more... )

i wish we had a fireplace, and i wish woody harrelson was my uncle.

long story, really; his name's adam... he is filthy and gorgeous and weird, he is four years younger than me, and we've lived in the same house for a year now ( Read more... )