Did you know that I have a birthmark in the shape of Africa on my inner thigh?
I had honest-to-goodness forgotten about it for the longest time. I used to be terribly insecure about it, because it's the colour of milk chocolate and roughly the size of a human fist. Lost interest in caring, though. I asked my mother if I could have it surgically... Read More
All these nastily succinct reviews are conversations I have had...
Star Wars is equivalent of a first love that, with the benefit of distance and time to realise the folly of the strength of my former ardour, I still can't help but reminisce.
I don't understand why people buy bottled water here in Victoria. We have some of the cleanest water in the world, due in part (or entirely, I don't know the ins and outs of water conservation) to our closed-off watershed.
Anyway, I just plain don't get it. It's expensive! We have water that doesn't taste too much like chlorine, or even like moss, depending... Read More
YOU'D BETTER KEEP READING FOR MY MARVELOUS EDIT TO THIS POST.
Walking home from work yesterday in the pink haze of twilight, I turned a corner to find seven fish, dead but fully intact, in a line along the curb. Each about eight or so inches long and very thin, they were silver, shiny, and completely out of place.
So, basically all I've been doing since I last updated is spending my paycheque. (Do you prefer "paycheck"? Okay.) I bought three new skirts, a few lovely (and hip! What the eff?) shirts, a black wallet with a completely unnecessary white strap and buckle on it, really cute black Converse skate shoes that make my feet look tiny, and finally- Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing... Read More
is that you guys on the patio making all the noise? or are you all the people puting shopping carts by my building well sounds like you guys are haveing a good time, im fighting with damn mini lights on the porch
What do I talk about? At work (in a desperate attempt at trying to distract everyone from talking about football or soap operas) I tend to talk about horror films. At home when my housemate (who hates horror films) and I do talk, we talk about politics but mostly we don't talk much, engaging in brief exchanges like "There's someone on the phone for you", "This came in the post for you" and "Jesus, that was a stinky fart!!"
I am a very visual reader- almost cripplingly so. I'm not sure how most people correlate words on a page to the imagery behind their eyes, but when I read about "orange skies at dusk", my brain lights up and I'm somewhere off in the desert with fire exploding on a horizon and a smooth haze cascading over hills of sand. Mention someone as "clear... Read More
I've been working, schooling, reading, and spending time with my friends. I haven't been internetting. It's been really, really great, but I figured that I should at least check up on my various internet journals and pixelated friends. So, how are you?
While cutting carrots for spaghetti about half an hour ago, I noticed that two of the three carrots... Read More
No problem. I brood sometimes. I swear you can sometimes see little black squiggly marks coming out of my head. I spent a few weeks in Italy some years back. Since I was traveling alone, I picked up some basic Italian pretty quickly, but I think it is gone now. Strange. I have a nearly photographic memory.
Yeah, well the orchard's going to pay the same as the construction and it's easier (for me, at least) and I won't feel like a tool for not knowing anything.
i'm pretty sure i've told you the story about getting hit by the car, but just the other day i was thinking about that night and i realized i never, ever tell people about the ambulance ride and the hour i spent thinking i would never walk again, sure i was paralyzed from the neck down before the told me i was okay.
i usually leave that part out.
but i never forget to tell the part where the nurse yelled at me for lighting a cigarette in the hospital because there was oxygen tanks behind my head.
If I can't think of a single positive thing to say about you, I don't love you. I never really did.
That's totally fucked up.
Give me swirling gardens and faces cracked under car tires and that very last smile, the one we caught for a moment on black and white film and shoved back inside our hearts, quiet and still.
My tin-can is pretty sweet. You can play games with it (like kick-the-can), and it has a camera obscura in it as well.
I'm sitting in my old hometown, reflecting (as I do whenever I'm back here) about the ungodly amount of love they have for me in Lawrence, KS. Last night, I got to see one of my best people back from his military service and got to do the karate workout that I haven't done in years. The old legs are crying today, and I'm sore in all those freaky places I'd forgotten about.
The form is still in muscle memory-- it's enough to generate all this kinetic force, but the body is no longer conditioned! I feel like when you blow out a clogged channel with pressurized water. WooHA.
Today? Today I'm sitting in a coffee shop waiting for a friend to wake up and already planning my day around food.
I think it's going to hit when I go to call him to come smoke in the park with me, or her to dress up and go downtown for ridiculously overpriced desserts, or him to come over and watch a movie, or her to dance around in the kitchen to silly pop music. That's when it's going to strike down and make me feel hollow... Read More