its thursday and raining. real rain like in the tropics, not that piddly drizzle that we usually get up here. i am sitting in my boyfriends house, having climbed over his fence and slipped through his always open back door, pilfering his beer and his internet. dido just came up on 'party shuffle.' its the song emimem sampled. i am contemplating ( Read more... )

I am most afraid of losing people ( Read more... )

Ech, hem! Yup my nimble girl fingers apparently still work.
It is time to ease myself back into this habit.

Slowly.

I was patiently waiting for my cafe o lait this morning when a woman walked up to counter and asked for a 'large-ass mocha'. Lucky, it dawned on me in just enough time to stifle the rising guffaw that she had actually most likely asked for a 'large ICED' mocha, and that my faulty hearing was just up to its old to tricks again, namely making me ( Read more... )

In no particular order… (*except where otherwise noted ( Read more... )

My side of the pond ( Read more... )

Just the other day I was describing to interiacrept my recent break-up. I talked his ear off about how even though I had been the one to make the decision, I was sitting around feeling 'left' anyway and ultimately wondering if I had made the right one or just acted too hastily in response a series of bad interactions. I was telling him about how ( Read more... )

I don’t even know where to begin really. I am sad at the moment, that is a start. And tired. And feeling a bit guilty to boot. I have been a bad girlfriend. But that’s just it, I don’t really see myself as a girlfriend at all. It feels too constricting, too draining. But at the same time it is comforting, and that I do like. What I need ( Read more... )

Grant writing season is upon us, and as such, I have been applying my little brains out. While this is one of my least favorite aspects of academia, I have come to accept is an unfortunate but necessary part of life, like pap-smears and going to the DMV. I am willing to tolerate all manner of essays, including Personal Statements, Statements of ( Read more... )

Some stories you can tell, some stories you just spend the rest of your life trying to forget ( Read more... )