estamos rodeados.
again,
texas looms near.
the only thing for sure
is: a year does not change much, but
what can?
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
march 8 one more day.
this could
all end monday.
the end of a year, and
the end of productivity.
the end.
march 7
one more
wonderful and
sunny day ruined by
eating old yogurt long forgot
by me.
march 6
coffee,
library, fro
yo and puppy shops. the
west village is far greater than
i knew.
march 5
"mental
health day". what
could i possibly need
a break from? least of all school twice
a week?
march 4
two shows
in two days. of
course no one cares, but we
give the people what they want: less.
always.
march 3
weird show
in a weird barn.
too cold and wear gloves and
get out of the front row or i'll
mosh you.
march 2
thirty
dollars on fresh
fish spent the day power
fails our building and all food goes
to rot.
march 1
whole foods
indian is
vaguely acceptable,
but the naan is nothing if not
horrid.
this could
all end monday.
the end of a year, and
the end of productivity.
the end.
march 7
one more
wonderful and
sunny day ruined by
eating old yogurt long forgot
by me.
march 6
coffee,
library, fro
yo and puppy shops. the
west village is far greater than
i knew.
march 5
"mental
health day". what
could i possibly need
a break from? least of all school twice
a week?
march 4
two shows
in two days. of
course no one cares, but we
give the people what they want: less.
always.
march 3
weird show
in a weird barn.
too cold and wear gloves and
get out of the front row or i'll
mosh you.
march 2
thirty
dollars on fresh
fish spent the day power
fails our building and all food goes
to rot.
march 1
whole foods
indian is
vaguely acceptable,
but the naan is nothing if not
horrid.
february 28 brunch and
you and
me. pea shoots, and
greek lemon sauce, and
poached eggs, parmesan french toast and
mint tea.
february 27
a fine
day to visit
duane "the rock" johnson at
his wax home in times square, next to
ripley's.
february 26
are you
fucking KIDDING
hosea won top chef?
an embarrassment, travesty
all told.
february 25
today
conclusively
it is not pms:
i am in a bonafide god
damn funk.
february 24 even still.
this new
song hurts my hand
and i keep fucking up.
your part is easier and i
hate you.
february 23 not the same
drive to
chili's. so deep
in queens seeking chicken
crispers, we are shut down and get
arby's.
february 22
blowing
off yoga due
to a sore back and just
eating cake is therapy on
its own.
february 21
torrents
confuse me. why
are people still trying
to download life aquatic? it's
not new.
february 20
very much
enjoying these
quiet evenings with
only my streaming netflix and
chumbler.
you and
me. pea shoots, and
greek lemon sauce, and
poached eggs, parmesan french toast and
mint tea.
february 27
a fine
day to visit
duane "the rock" johnson at
his wax home in times square, next to
ripley's.
february 26
are you
fucking KIDDING
hosea won top chef?
an embarrassment, travesty
all told.
february 25
today
conclusively
it is not pms:
i am in a bonafide god
damn funk.
february 24 even still.
this new
song hurts my hand
and i keep fucking up.
your part is easier and i
hate you.
february 23 not the same
drive to
chili's. so deep
in queens seeking chicken
crispers, we are shut down and get
arby's.
february 22
blowing
off yoga due
to a sore back and just
eating cake is therapy on
its own.
february 21
torrents
confuse me. why
are people still trying
to download life aquatic? it's
not new.
february 20
very much
enjoying these
quiet evenings with
only my streaming netflix and
chumbler.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
february 19 reopening.
and toast
the living and
the dead who've gone before
me, and my head will throb like an
old wound
febraury 18 on defeat.
five pounds
ten pounds, fifteen.
i can lose everything
but pure fat from my heavy thighs,
wide hips.
february 17
running
again. slightly
easier today, but
never really easier to
keep up.
february 16
why are
there clowns here, at
ikea? ruining
my day, my life, my new shelving
unit?
february 15 on sleepovers.
sick and
disgusted, we
rise too early, loll in
bed, head to brunch. complain. tea. crawl
back home.
february 14 on finality.
you are
so rude to me
tonight that i scream in
your face and i know then it's done
now.
february 13 how many more high socks can i justify at this point?
mark it:
now giving up
ever working at A
A, because the retro-discount
kills me.
february 12
'break down
the facade, i
need a motherfucking
chair massage!' oh! you must know me
too well.
february 11 on semi-notoriety
being
recognized at
the pickle place, the pho
place, doughnut plant...all part of my
grand schemes.
february 10
i wish
i had a drug
problem more glamorous
than caffeine headaches on schoolday
mornings.
february 9 on birthdays (and false impressions), actually.
so this
monumental
in my head event is
just a regular day. i should
have known.
february 8
bitters
and seltzer, twist,
on the cusp of our birth
days. the bar is dark and i want
magic.
february 7 on drying out.
such times
are desperate:
as tolerance rises,
drunk decreases but the effects
stay same.
february 6
oh, how
wonderful! yet
another hangover
in my endless series of grand
fuck ups.
february 5 and less.
rare form's
first show. yes, a
spectacle to be seen,
a miracle to overhear,
and more!
february 4
should i
ever write a
slogan for your class, sir,
it will be this: "willfully ob-
solete!"
february 3
bumble
and bumble blow
drys keep me in lovely
products, but waiting rooms and moods
foul.
february 2
beast that
bit the mayor!
so rarely do groundhogs
attack politicians! it's been
worth it.
and toast
the living and
the dead who've gone before
me, and my head will throb like an
old wound
febraury 18 on defeat.
five pounds
ten pounds, fifteen.
i can lose everything
but pure fat from my heavy thighs,
wide hips.
february 17
running
again. slightly
easier today, but
never really easier to
keep up.
february 16
why are
there clowns here, at
ikea? ruining
my day, my life, my new shelving
unit?
february 15 on sleepovers.
sick and
disgusted, we
rise too early, loll in
bed, head to brunch. complain. tea. crawl
back home.
february 14 on finality.
you are
so rude to me
tonight that i scream in
your face and i know then it's done
now.
february 13 how many more high socks can i justify at this point?
mark it:
now giving up
ever working at A
A, because the retro-discount
kills me.
february 12
'break down
the facade, i
need a motherfucking
chair massage!' oh! you must know me
too well.
february 11 on semi-notoriety
being
recognized at
the pickle place, the pho
place, doughnut plant...all part of my
grand schemes.
february 10
i wish
i had a drug
problem more glamorous
than caffeine headaches on schoolday
mornings.
february 9 on birthdays (and false impressions), actually.
so this
monumental
in my head event is
just a regular day. i should
have known.
february 8
bitters
and seltzer, twist,
on the cusp of our birth
days. the bar is dark and i want
magic.
february 7 on drying out.
such times
are desperate:
as tolerance rises,
drunk decreases but the effects
stay same.
february 6
oh, how
wonderful! yet
another hangover
in my endless series of grand
fuck ups.
february 5 and less.
rare form's
first show. yes, a
spectacle to be seen,
a miracle to overhear,
and more!
february 4
should i
ever write a
slogan for your class, sir,
it will be this: "willfully ob-
solete!"
february 3
bumble
and bumble blow
drys keep me in lovely
products, but waiting rooms and moods
foul.
february 2
beast that
bit the mayor!
so rarely do groundhogs
attack politicians! it's been
worth it.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
january 29
i feel
absolutely
insane today. i could
crack at any minute. please kill
my thoughts.
january 28
not that
it matters. it
doesn't. this is one long
and endless cycle that becomes
my life.
january 27
what part
will have been worth
anything? oh. i see.
the part where i continue to
get hurt.
january 26
oh, this
awful tension.
anything could happen,
and i can't believe nothing will
ever.
i feel
absolutely
insane today. i could
crack at any minute. please kill
my thoughts.
january 28
not that
it matters. it
doesn't. this is one long
and endless cycle that becomes
my life.
january 27
what part
will have been worth
anything? oh. i see.
the part where i continue to
get hurt.
january 26
oh, this
awful tension.
anything could happen,
and i can't believe nothing will
ever.
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