Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.– Julia Child (via mnmal)
Last night I was tired from the Gay Pride Parade, my feet were killing me and I could still feel all the bodies I had to press against in order to make it out of Bleecker and Christopher. I was drifting asleep on the couch and some TV show about 4th dimensionalism was playing in the background. The minute I got to my, soon to be former internship, I knew I wasn’t going to stay the whole...
I have to write something
I’m exhausted and as always my stomach hurts. Gonna quit my job tomorrow. I don’t feel like commuting.
There are all these beautiful thoughts floating around my head. I lost them for a couple of minutes today. I was filled with rage and sadness. If anyone came in my way on the street, or a car was about to cut me off, I was prepared with some angry words and a, “DON’T FUCK WITH ME.” But, I went to yoga. I didn’t feel better because the yogi was all “new agey”...
If man is 5 then
Last night I dreamed I met god and the devil and my non existent little brother was being controlled by the devil. Also, god looked like a little fat kid with an ugly sweater, except he had the coolest scepter that looked like this: I have weird dreams.
Out of Manhattan
Last night was beautiful. I went to brooklyn to hang with Leila at her friend’s apartment. Children were playing in the fire hydrant stream across the street from the apartment. We enter the apartment (it was so hot!) and I meet her old friends, and some new ones. Joshua, a light skinned Puerto Rican from Queens gasps and tells me that my aura is generous and beautiful. He and Snakey, who is...
Thick turtle shell round glasses. Gold watch, and expensive button down. Asking where he bought his stylish round glasses, he shrugs and says, “I dunno.” I’m fascinated with money and other people’s obsession with it. I like to look how people’s body shifts when they spend, and how the slouch after that initial purchase. I’m glad I figured out that talking about...
I hate television. Also, I hope once I start work I can fall into even better habits. Riding the bus is strange. It’s always when I miss my boyfriend the most. Maybe because it’s when I’m in between states and when I’m the loneliest. I’m surrounded by all these people, and yet we hardly talk, when we touch, we apologize, no one looks in one another’s eyes, we...
I really like Die Antwoord, not just because they...
Today I did absolutely nothing. I couldn’t tell if I was sick or something else. I did nothing and it didn’t feel good. Now it’s 11 PM and I want to go on a run.
Everything is falling apart. I can’t wait for these sad moments to pass.
When I was in seventh grade, my father and a few friends of mine went swimming at a lake in Woodstock, NY. Driving home from the lake, to our friend’s country house, our car got hit by a deer. Years later my dad confessed how that moment was a turning point in his sobriety: he didn’t have to worry about having to cover up alcohol on his breath. When I used to drink and drive, I had...
I guess I should treat this like a real blog. Today I drove four blocks in my father’s BMW to pick him up from the bus stop. I was so full and so unhappy. Before I left the house, my mom and I were silently eating dinner (tomato, basil, cucumber, mozzarella salad and flounder and rice and brussels sprouts) and watching TV. It made me sick. I love my family, so very much, and to finally see...