July 2012
2 posts
May 2012
2 posts
“‘You know, what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely...”
– Finished Lolita, onward to Madame Bovary. I, too, will delight in a season of wants and not oughts, at least for the summer.
April 2012
1 post
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the...”
– - Rainer Maria Rilke (via bardsandsages)
The sum of all I think about, in five sentences.
March 2012
2 posts
February 2012
2 posts
“since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will...”
– e.e. cummings. And the poets beg me to drop out of grad school.
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
6 posts
November 2011
5 posts
Baby, I’m coming for you in one month.
Our Lady Queen of Angels, you will always be in my heart. Nevermind how we treat each other.
Life and fun and daylight escapades have once again been put on the back burner so that I may write papers upon papers upon papers. What am I here for?
October 2011
14 posts
“Fear plays an interesting role in our lives. How dare we let it motivate us, how...”
– Robert California, getting better by the day.
Too many things to think about when I listen to Girls’ Father, Son, Holy Ghost but I can’t stop. Just gotta do the noun switcheroo and it’s perfectly misery-invoking.
“[Your response essays] ask us to think more harder about the implications of the...”
– Professor in my graduate program opining about the quality of my homework assignments. Speechless. I don’t know if this solecism is supposed to make me feel better or worse.
“I’m beginning to think all the drama in the world arises from some...”
– Anthony. I suppose he’s right. Librae are natural gossips — I’m a fish out of water without compelling recurring characters in my life. California, sometimes we were beautiful together.
Cults, “You Know What I Mean”
...
“Oh Coco…
Well folks, I’m goin’ down to St. James Infirmary,...”
Let’s face it: I’m terrible at Words With Friends. I promise I have a vocabulary. Just can’t figure out this points system and I don’t care enough to look it up. Feel like researching strategic moves is an overt waste of time, and I’m using this game to be covert about wasting my time. Losing every game I’m playing, it’s a windfall to my ego. I’m...
September 2011
28 posts
My love she’s like some raven/ At my window with a broken wing
God bless you, feral cats, for delivering us from evil. I saw one of you carrying a rat in your mouth across the street tonight. May Bushwick be thine kingdom. I pray that what actually shuffles about in the trash at night is a feline seraph, because I fucking hate rodents. There’s something about that long, mangy tail...
“Mom: Glee is important to me too after the gay kid sings I can sleep all night...”
– Tuesday morning text message conversation. I emailed my dad last night explaining that I needed our Dish network login information so I can watch Glee episodes the day after they air. Stupid new Hulu.
Dear Diary,
I think somebody mistook me for a hooker again tonight. Was he serious? I was wearing rain boots and holding a take-out bag, I wasn’t actually advertising take-out. One day I’d like to be able to stand outside of my apartment without strange old men pulling up to the curb. A 401K is sexy, AARP is not. Unless you were Paul McCartney/Eric Idle, I was not about to jump into...
2:20 a.m.
And I’m nowhere near tired. I’d be doing pretty well if I were still living on the West coast, but now I’ve got to get East coast time slapped into me. I wish I were a morning person. I wish I could wake up every day before 8 a.m. without getting pissed off at every little thing. Word to the wise: if you know I’m running on less than six hours of sleep, get the fuck out of...
“And love is a murderer, love is a murderer
But if she calls you tonight...”
Destructive Relationship #1
And so continues the perennial saga of my misadventures with the Bushwick Post Office. The lonely days ungreeted by packages, the frustrated phone calls to customer service, the angry recollections of your casual gruffness — why can’t you requite my love? I’d much prefer it if you requited my money but that’s even less likely. At least pick up your fucking phone, local...
I think being propositioned for sex outside of my apartment is God’s way of telling me to finally call and get the fire escape window fixed, so I can get some fresh air in my pajamas in peace. Ugh, I hate rejecting people.
I just ordered 48 cans of tuna off the Internet. Why? Because it’s cheaper if you buy in bulk. The free shipping was also compelling. I’m sure this happens often to people my age, but there’s nothing quite like that ‘Fuck I’m in grad school’ moment when impending starvation dawns on you. You know everything will be fine in the end, but for a while certain things...
