January 2010
31 posts
me throat
I think I woke up and got out of bed something like three times last night. And then I decided to officially get up around 9am, dragged my comforter to the couch in the living room and proceeded to pass out, sleeping for another hour and a half when what I wanted to do was read. My throat feels like it’s been rubbed raw with sandpaper and the mucus draining from the back of my nose down my...
At the kitchen table
Oh, I’ve for sure gotten some looks. Granted, they don’t know that I’m American until I open my mouth. And I would go out and play, but have you forgotten as much as I have that I have work to do? I will say that last night I said fuck it and went out, got some wine and talked to some friends. And tomorrow is Friday (praise allah!)
pedrosanchez:
oh man have you gotten any evil glances yet?
go...
At the kitchen table
I’m sitting at my kitchen table, listening to The Beatles because I feel lonely and I’m longing for my friends at home. I’m halfway through the White Album and it hasn’t made me feel better yet. I’m finishing my period and I think that’s why my emotions are attacking me right now. One of my roommates is taking a nap in our room while the others are god knows...
pedrosanchez:
Elton John - Mona Lisas and Mad...
Wandering
There are so many wonderful suits in London. And matched with such great wool coats! And scarves. And short haircuts—some really nice, some totally goofy. And lots of funny teeth (of course).
The guy who sold me my pay-as-you-go cell phone hit on me the entire time. He said, “If I was to call you a darling, what would you respond?” To which I said that he would only say that...
Leaving for London in the AM
Tomorrow, that is. For four months. Living in an apartment with a handful of chicks that I don’t know yet. Don’t even know their names. Not looking forward to flying by myself. Do I sound down? I don’t mean to, I’m just nervous. And excited. And nervous. Wish me luck!
“American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more...”
– James Baldwin (via pedrosanchez)
Row H Seat 103
I have a craving for anything mango. A ripened mango would be just the ticket. “Just the ticket”—what does that always remind me of? I don’t know what I’m thinking about. Something I watched a lot when I was younger. Anyhow, I could really go for some mango juice. My favorite kind of juice from one of my favorite fruits. That’s one thing I miss about...
Lots of "warm embraces"
I’m sitting in my work uniform which reeks of butter and is covered in a yellow dusting of Flavocol. My hair is still a mess from the snow fight I had with a friend out by the dumpsters. It was my last day of work before I leave and I think it ended well. There were lots of hugs and well wishes and “I love you”s and sweet things (from the people I care about). One of my managers...
fruit cakes
I don’t think I’m a very cool person, but that’s ok because I don’t think you or anyone else is either. If you sat someone down and listened to them blather on about whatever it is that interests them you’d think, “what a dork,” but truthfully we’re all dorks when it comes to whatever it is we love. We could have a conversation about a shared...
