what would be an appropriate name for a literary press?

i can't name anything myself.

i don't normally post my writing here, but this is short and a dead-end and i suppose i just felt like offering it up. i don't think i like it. i don't feel it has much zest.

( the funeral. )

of all the little, unfinished things i wrote in the past 3 years, only one sentence that i found had any sort of promise, and that single sentence was all that was written.

even that needed work.

it's summer and all kinds of beautiful things are happening.

( adventures in film! )

hangover headache.

i'm so antsy but i don't want to do anything but lay in bed. i ache for nothing! the collision of so much and so little.

yesterday at work everybody smelled like hot typewriter ribbon.

i have not forgotten you!

that said, it's cold here and i'm going back to sleeping with one eye open.

i believe i've come to an agreement with the spider in my bathroom. he won't rear his little brown..head and crawl about while i'm in there, i won't throw him in the sink. he won't build webs on whatever personal items i leave out (most recently it was the mouthwash bottle), and i won't rudely knock his dinner (filet a fly carcass) out of the web ( Read more... )

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driving home from work with don mclean's "american pie" (thankfully) barely audible, my father reminded me of how my first driving lesson involved a lack of power steering fluid, running over a curb uptown and blowing a tire. it's decidedly much funnier to him now than it was then.

i turn twenty in 29 days.