and then he said… October 24, 2009

…”that’s a shame, i was looking for a go-go dancer to go with my austin powers.”
O.O

letting it all hang out October 23, 2009

writing really does mean exposing your self completely to the reader, even if the piece is fictional, because every idea that takes shape on paper is a reflection of the writer’s  sensibilities, as well as the experience she’s had to be able to formulate those sensibilities into ideas. i think that’s why it’s crucial for [...]

a list of demons October 21, 2009

at some point over the last few years i became averse to complaining out loud – to venting, if you will. i attribute this aversion to listening to certain people complain nonstop about trivial things for the better part of those few years, and developing such a disdain for their petty griefs that i became [...]

thankful for the wash away October 15, 2009

first rain of the season, and my apartment is cozy. the trees outside my window and patio are ripe with burgundy and lush with green because the rain has rinsed all the dust off. i find myself relieved by the weather, because it’s pounding away the last few months. (also, it’s sweater season, and sweaters [...]

A short October 11, 2009

this is a good marker of where i’m at:

you can read that picture as you will. it is mine, i took it and edited it myself.
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i read an old memory in my journal last night that i subconsciously erased. it took me 20 minutes of hard thinking to recover that memory as my own, as [...]

Breathing room October 7, 2009

All I want to do recently is laugh. It’s a manic desire – like a complete necessity – and once I start, I don’t want to stop. I’ll laugh at the way you scratch your head or the way you shift in your seat. Don’t take it personally, it doesn’t have much to do with [...]

A new favorite line October 6, 2009

I have discovered what is becoming my most favorite line of text in all that I’ve read in my 23 years:
“It was, to reiterate, to stress, to accentuate the point, to leave no doubt, hot.”
The Sex Lives of Cannibals by Troost.
It’s expressive, brief, supremely telling, and syntactically pleasing.
That’s only a snippet of funny from that [...]

writer’s diary October 4, 2009

I sometimes wonder if I was meant to be a tumbleweed. Because my fancies are scattered over a wild and haphazard geography, and it seems too tedious to use jets, planes, or automobiles to get to where I should already exist. I want to just roll on through and out, on to wherever the wind [...]