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...
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy, for what we leave...”
– Anatole France // Can’t help but miss my younger and more vulnerable years as an English major, but that is tangential.
“Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows, if it’s night or...”
Please Mr. Postman
Irretrievably bored. I’ve been waiting all day for the mailman to deliver the boxes I shipped out from Los Angeles, but it turns out that s/he felt they were too difficult to handle and decided not to send them my way. Note left in my mailbox reads: ‘you have too many big box give us tel #.’ Well no shit they’re big, that’s why I paid the post office to deliver them....
“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it...”
– e.e. cummings
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
On the Run.
I’ve made it. New York, New York. I don’t quite know what to do with myself yet, still exhausted from the plane ride and all of the prep work required to get here, but I’m here. Everything is up in the air at the moment, including the layout of this damn tumblr.
It’s hot. My furniture won’t arrive for another ten days. There’s so much to unpack and nowhere to...
My Dearest, It Had to Be This Way
California, baby, I’m leaving you. Consider this your Dear John. I’ve stuck by you through the pain and heartache, the long, empty nights and sacrifice, the coffee and cigarettes — it’s high time we go our separate ways. No, no baby, we both knew this was coming. You might shed a tear for me and I for you, but I am not afraid anymore. You’ve taught me well; I carry...
