this time last year, i was dating a boy who bought me books, always paid for lunch & dinner, burned me cd's, taught me about films, didn't hog the sheets, kissed me in the middle of the pit during a punkrock show, and held my hair when i was throwing up vodka & cough medicine into a trashcan without one complaint. he never quite understood how i ( Read more... )

so, i have no idea what i'm doing with comment screening & i re-sent everything to everyone personally. don't mind me, i don't know how to use the internet.

i don't have anything substantial to say. seeing glassjaw on the 30th (!!). new beirut ep makes me real happy. joe had a photoshoot with me last night, which was hilarious because i'm the most ( Read more... )

december starts tomorrow, and it's so warm here. mid-60's, perfect but still peculiar. i figured being sick in bed was better than walking around sick so i stayed home today. i was supposed to go ice-skating or something with jason, kindof a bummer. i doubt i'll stay put for long though-- i'll probably bolt out of bed all doped up on dayquil ( Read more... )

i wrote a poem on the train. raw at first, but ultimately with lots of scribbles & scrawls & arrows involved. still simple, though. i'm almost satisfied with the end result & i could imagine it aloud. if i get the courage, i'll read it at this open mic thing on saturday ( Read more... )

i skip classes to sleep in. what usually happens is i wake up two hours early & sit here wrapped in a blanket. chances are i'd be doing the same thing at school though, minus the blanket ( Read more... )

i'm not one for goals. this has been proven, noted, shrugged off, and i get by despite it. however, there are days where i lift my eyes level to the traffic lights, puff my last marlboro & sigh in contentment, observing men on ladders stringing up holiday lights on market street. and i get hopeful, i guess. i float through this city with poetry ( Read more... )

i feel compelled to write what i've been up to, but i really need to sleep. here's thoughts instead ( Read more... )

everyone mopes on days like this, when sopping wet newspapers cling to gutters & everything fits the color scheme of a city pigeon. and i? i walk around twirling my umbrella, humming tunelessly.scrawled that on an afternoon identical to this one ( Read more... )

if i post a poem i'm working on, promise not to laugh? actually.. obviously you can laugh, i won't know, but tell me what you think without mentioning that you laughed. that'll be our deal. i can't remember the last time i wrote a poem, let alone the last time i let anyone see one ( Read more... )

this weekend was a whole lot of just-what-i-needed. friday consisted of three taxicabs (or, six for all of us) & four elevators worth of trying to figure out where we were going to end up, and ending up in the apartment where we started. got drunk with art institute people, rapped along to biggie with sam like old times, owned at chinese poker, met ( Read more... )