On hot nights, whiskey is not an option so we sit in silence sipping cold water, looking at the red horizon, waiting for the anihilation that comes with dawn, hoping for a new world.

So, I just saw this posting on the missed connections on craigslist. As most of you know, I'm horribly addicted to them and the terrible lines between hope, hopelessness, love and bathos they navegate. I usually don't advocate straight out mocking them, but there's something so ridiculous about this one that reinforces my firmest beliefs about the ( Read more... )

Today I was thinking about the British Empire and how enormous and haphazardous it was. What did Rhodisia and Canada and India have in common? Then I remembered the whole thing between England and France and how much England really just wanted some land on the continent of Europe. I'm pretty sure that most the Empire can be accounted for somewhere ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I woke up three hours before he did. Of course, he was wearing my old baseball jersey over some dress pants, underwear on the outside Superman-style. I reached across him and grabbed a book from the floor, Borges' Manual de zoologia fantastica, hoping to read until either he woke up or the Feds broke down the door or I had to pee. Anyway ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream that I was in Croatia and it was weird and awkward, and at the end the circus suddenly got loose and trampled me to death because my boots were too busy. I also wasn't wearing any underwear. This can't be a good sign.

I woke up at six, unable to sleep. The internet and a warm breeze kept me company as I attempted to allow the rest of the world to sleep, wishing that everyone were my parents and I were four and could climb into bed to wake it up and play. The subjunctive mood in English is ridiculous and no longer fits the language ( Read more... )

Man! Bad life decisions suck hardcore!

Constantine dresses in his sleep, I've discovered. The first night we slept together, I was disconcerted by how much he didn't want to actually sleep together, but blamed it on the humidity, work and the fact that I had run out of deoderant earlier that same week. But for the last week, I've been spending the night and now I understand his ( Read more... )

God made mud ( Read more... )

A Note to the Duchess Following a Natural Disaster:

Darling,
Could you pick me up some tea on your way home? I'm fine but I've had a difficult week. I'll pay you back someday with kisses and puppies and boys who treat you well.

-Frank D'Albani