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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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Monday, November 21, 2011
i am on the edge. teetering on that precipice of mid-life. it is exhilarating and horrible, both. cookies and milk taste even better than they did when i was young. working hard at crafting a fictional life, falling in love with people who have already died, becoming young enough to remember young. i see t's hands on his guitar and i wonder if there is a girl out there, the girl who will love his hands first, the way i loved the mister's first. i was looking for metaphors, even then.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
do you listen to the sound the disposal makes as it whirs? is there a small shriek every time a leaf turns loose of its hold on the branch and falls to the street? are you clean on the inside, or filthy? the sky was cloudy and gray when i saw two people shooting drugs in their car. it was just one time. you could be a star. bring your friend. no, not her. the hot one. we reek of trouble. do you want to call your mom?
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
recently, there were some black moods. angry, hateful, disgusting. the funny thing about moods, is that they're catching. more contagious than the flu, i think. so i won't say who started it, but suffice it to say that, at one point or another, we had each become afflicted. this got me thinking about the antidotes to a black mood. we should each have a bag of them, and use them just like medicine. my bag includes:
- make cookies
- a walk
- music
- lock myself up & work
- an outing to the bookstore
- an episode of the office, 30 rock, or curb your enthusiasm
- lock myself up & read
- a hot chai
- new pajamas
- scrabble, pente, or cards
- car talk
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