and, thinking i had an hour and a half until tom comes home, smoked a little, turned up some tunes, and started getting shit done. when he walked in the door fifteen minutes later, i was delighted--he trumps hanging out alone, almost every time--but he was surprised to me (we can't keep each other's schedules straight to save our lives) and, i ( Read more... )

i am taking french classes for the first time in five years and they're my favorite. i finally understand pronouns, say hallelujah. i have homework, though. i should get to that ( Read more... )

of relationships is alone time. i love the shit out of it, especially my new tuesday night habit: we part ways post-class (mental note: today that was easier because i biked) and i go home to get some shit done, talk to myself, scratch my balls and otherwise not brush my teeth before i go to sleep. i listen to tom waits' "better off without a wife ( Read more... )

- i just tore my jeans on the front right thigh. you know how i did it? pulling them up. i am at office hours, do not have time to head home even if it was irresponsible, and i will be standing in front of students in 45 minutes. with a hole in my gd jeans ( Read more... )

christmas was about as perfect as could be. new york was even better--i missed seeing almost everyone i meant to see, which is kind of impressive, but i spent massive amounts of time with jamilah, gcv, and the lovely misses dasha and hanna (is misses the plural of miss? if so, how do you spell mrs.?). new year's eve was spent on drugs and with most ( Read more... )

i had pinned it firmly on the boyfriend--who, as a sidenote, i keep wanting to call T, but i can't, because GCV already owns that initial and you can read anything you like into that, dasha--but i think i knew more about it two weeks ago when i texted hanna from the boyfriend's couch. i'm terrified of my trip to new york, i said, and bless her ( Read more... )

i really can't think of much else to say right now. not even to gcv, who called earlier. there's not much else than that, is there?

tomorrow is the farmer's market. i will buy fruit and fruit and fruit, in addition to some veggies, pasta, and probably coffee. i like coffee. i'd like to drink it sometimes.

i have four papers left and then the cloud ( Read more... )

chickadees, you may have been aware of this all along, but i just figured it out. i figured out why women talk themselves through break ups to anyone who'll listen. (actually, my male friends do this, too. so why people talk themselves through break ups.) they'd gotten used to processing everything through someone else. every little detail of the ( Read more... )

cats and dogs, the whole works. i love it a lot--i didn't know california could produce this much rain--but my southern california boy is holed up in his apartment, grumpy and lonely. so i am preparing him a best of fall present.

at some point this evening, i'm bringing over vegan mexican hot chocolate, pumpkin seeds, and vegan pumpkin donut holes. ( Read more... )