tonight, i thought about the time Matt Heggem, RA, took a bunch of us underclassmen on a field trip apple-picking.

I thought about this while the very same Matt Heggem gave me a lap dance in a pink thong at a burlesque club on the lower east side.

odd, life.

It's a strange moment, this moment is.  Kinda floaty and pleasant and sad. 
I want to say more, but I seem to be a lady of little words these days.

Not meaning to be elusive at all.  I graduated again something like a week or two ago, goucher just did it yesterday.  now all i do is babysit and then whatever the hell i feel like.  i like it.  but it' ( Read more... )

visiting goucher is exactly like visiting an old friend whom you've outgrown.  It feels comfortable and safe, but it doesn't have anything new to offer you, and you don't have anything new to offer it, and it knows it and you know it, and it's sad, but it's nice to spend a little time with every now and then, to reminisce, and try on old feelings ( Read more... )

i just emailed a document to myself to work on later today.  in the body of the email, i wrote "happy wednesday future me!"
i started to think about how future me would respond to that email.
and then it occurred to me that future me can't ever reply to present me (or past me, i suppose, at this point).  if i sent an email back it would just be to ( Read more... )

so i have a crush on a different professor this semester.  this time it's less because of beauty or brilliance (though she is both beautiful and brilliant) and more because i think she is an absolutely amazingly mind blowingly fantastic professor.  we read tough shit and she makes it digestable.  and she's kind, and she's warm, and i feel ( Read more... )

today i bought a pale orange umbrella ( Read more... )

am currently babysitting.  think i just stepped in dog piss.  decided that this gives me the right to open the pint of ben and jerry's ice cream in the freezer and eat as much as i want of it.  which is what i'm doing ( Read more... )

"The further one goes, the more personal and unique life becomes.  The work of art is the necessary, irrefutable, and forever definitive expresson of that unique reality...what is unique - what no one else could understand or would have the right to understand, that particular derangement which is our own - can only acquire any worth by taking its ( Read more... )

from some reading for an upcoming class:

"If I were an architect, an architect in love, I would redesign my body.  Mail you blue prints.  Redraw.  I'd move my blood lines to make rivers in places you would like to swim.  I'd use my muscles to shore up hills; I'd use my ribs to pile bridges from here to there (delicate little bridges that would sail ( Read more... )

just now, i was sitting on the couch, thinking about lines i'd use in my autobiography, if i ever decided to write one.  the particular line that came to mind was "I first knew that my love affair with autumn was to be life long after I experienced it in New York".  Although that particular sentence is far too wordy, so I'd probably edit it down ( Read more... )