toned thighs aside,
you must be one very late
metrosexual.

i am postmistress again, today. the spaniard accidentally logged onto my e-mail and was in danger of finding out all my secrets. 'i don't have many secrets,' i said. 'oh, you will,' he said, sure of his answer. i hope so. i am homesick and estranged. then, we resumed the usual office espionage humor. and my boss and i attempted to watch daily show ( Read more... )

top of the key ( Read more... )

first scene ( Read more... )

i started smoking on balmy marches ( Read more... )

one college student rolls out of a bed. another, another. his name, their names, are matt, mike, joe. they want their moms to lay off and their dads to hire them for the summer. they do sports like they like it when they don't, and drink like it's cool when it's not. they lie around, shirts off, red in the chest, with their textbooks propped open ( Read more... )

it's going to rain. you can tell- the cloud cover is a grey wool blanket tight against the sky, like a lid on a jar, with soft holes where you can see coral and orange patches of sunset. there's a pregnant stillness like we're waiting for the music of the rain to come. i sat down on a scratchy black tree trunk and read v.s. naipaul out loud in a ( Read more... )

april is the cruelest month ( Read more... )

my friend jordan proves he has great potential in the dictionary business:

"I have coined a new phrase. Please start spreading it. But don't forget where you heard it.

African AIMerican (n.) One who talks really ghetto online but doesn't in person and is not black.

ex: I talked to Janet online and she ( Read more... )

harvard has never been so beautiful as it is now that i finished my hardest final. haha. it was nice, though. these particles of powder snow were floating through a thickly dark night and columns of light from the streetlamps like someone had just given a harvard yard snowglobe a good shake. God, maybe?