Soy milk containers line the shelf above the microwave. They are the small rectangular ones made of waxy cardboard, like what Tropicana orange juice comes in. They are never seen in the kitchen fridge. They appear out of nowhere, many of them, on the shelf. Every week I take them down from the shelf and put them in the recycling bin, with the rest ( Read more... )

I wish I had an answer when people ask, "What's wrong?"
Nothing really, I think.
I just feel wrong.
My dog didn't die, my parents didn't have a fight, I didn't get a bad grade on a test, I don't have a lot of school work, my boyfriend didn't break up with me.
But I want nothing to do with the world.
Nothing is causing me wrong, I am wrong.

I have ( Read more... )

I like to walk with my hands in my front pockets.
I wear the same pair of jeans almost every day.
I love my 'pashina'. It's like an adult blankie.
I love mint tea.

The Case of the Female Orgasm
Bias in the Science of Evolution
Elisabeth A. Lloyd

Ever sit next to a loud typer? I am aware of every word she types, because once it's time to hit the space bar, she slams it. Type, type, type, SLAM, type, type, type, SLAM! I want to slam her in the face.

I hate to be so sensitive, because really, people have so many irritating habits.
But seriously girl, relax.

Ever notice how after you've been on the computer for a while, one hand's a lot colder than the other?

When this happens, I like to clasp my hands together. Cold against warm. It feels so complete. I cuddle the cold hand in the warm one. My skin is soft and smooth. I want to sit like this for minutes, but the keys call my fingers back to work.

It's amazing how far a little communication can get you.

We are bundles of energy, floating around,
bumping into each other.

If we don't open up,
we'll keep bumping,
and zapping.

But if we open up,
we can flow freely
through each other,
passed each other.

Open up,
breath,
take it in,
push it out.

(Should that be passed or past???)

It is easiest to believe that my soul is connected to my brain. That I am but one tiny piece of a bigger project that I will never know about. That I am here to carry out some menial yet essential purpose then cease to exist. That I can play then call it a day. It is easiest to believe that I am not meant to know my purpose or understand my ( Read more... )

I'm in bad shape ( Read more... )

This is ridiculously addicting.

http://www.ustream.tv/channel/shiba-inu-puppy-cam