A friend of mine tried to set me up with one of her workmates - a 32 year old guy with a 10 year old daughter, whose apparent idea of interesting conversation is to tell me I have 'strong opinions for such a pretty girl'.

(My response, purely for entertainment purposes: Yes, we pretty girls often have strong opinons, sometimes we even use words with ( Read more... )

I just went to copy a poem down in one of the many notebooks I have of random quotations and poetry I come across, and discovered the book was full. Bugger. I'm one of those people who enjoy the sensation of writing with a pen over typing, even though typing is much faster. Now that I can't, its really annoying me. Must buy a new one on the morrow.

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I just read one weird version of Hansel and Gretal, written by Kim Wilkins. It was like, a modern day mix of H&G and Through the Looking Glass, with birds and hormones. I liked it.

I'm beaching it tomorrow, with Laurasaurus. I believe there shall be rainbow icecream at Scoopy's, sunburnt shoulders at Woorim, and maybe, just maybe, profiterjes with ( Read more... )

"As she drove home through the streets of the darkening valley she could barely see for the tears. They slid down the sides of her face, cold on her hot cheeks. They trickled into her mouth, tasting of salt. Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow."

- Francesca Lia Block, 'Giants'

"What shall we do, all of us? All of us passionate ( Read more... )

Don't make fun, I've been watching Singin in the Rain. Hee.

"In the Book of the Disappearing Book" - John Gallaher

It's a spring flowered dress that was her effacement.

On a train, and because of what windows do sometimes.
Her face is floating above the landscape
unaware.

I used to think that I was reporting my life to someone.
I was a radio.

I used to ( Read more... )

Huzzah! I have an interview next Wednesday ( Read more... )