Thursday, January 31, 2008
it is snowing. i went outside in a tank top and flip flops and got some pretty weird looks. that’s all.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
three blankets, a flashlight, a computer, a camera, three pillows, a cell phone. my bed is boring and cold tonight.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
the doorbell rang, and when i answered it there was a guy, probably around my age, stumping for new at&t television services. “we don’t have a television,” i said. “oh,” he replied. “well, are your parents home?”
i spent the day napping and working and watching movies and getting an orange pedicure. annie came over and we watched the bandom primer, hung out, ate the best tofu i’ve ever had in my entire life, and talked about music. she gave me a cd of some band called she wants revenge, which i [...]
Saturday, January 26, 2008
these floods of you are unforgiving pushing past me spilling through the banks and i fall faster than light and faster than time that’s how memory works at least in the dark where i am searching for meaning when i’m just searching for something (–converge, “jane doe”)
there is nothing like a manicure to make one feel at home. plus, omg, check out my nails. they are my real nails! who knew my nails could do this themselves? amazing.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
the odometer rolled over after 1,000 miles. here we are at the end of our journey: 1,023.6 miles from start to finish. the radio did not play the songs i wanted to hear the entire time, but there was “stairway to heaven” and “tiny dancer” and “i said i loved you but i lied” so [...]
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
the cats in the hotel room. vincent immediately tried to crawl under the beds, which did not work b/c there wasn’t any underneath! shiksa found a warm place to sleep. theodore jumped onto the highest surface he could find and then couldn’t get back down. the cats are so… themselves.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
i would love to be able to make a post about how clean everything is, and how nicely packed all my boxes are, but lisa and jozelle and i spent the night packing and eating pizza, and everything still looks like shit. i just hope i don’t forget the cat food, the litter boxes, the [...]
i looked at this corner of my room and felt extremely anxious. look at all of that. moose cleaned it — an entire garbage bag, plus a stack of books up to my knee. none of it is coming with me except the hangers.