If I had a voice that could sing, it would stare into and through stone with eyes as hollow as their direction. There would be no pinprick to its force, simply presence. I'm quite overjoyed to be juggiling with things again. Round things, pasty things, cold and slimy things, stone things, and many things whose texture and weight I'm not quite ( Read more... )

Well, I suppose I've found myself back in Colorado. I'm hesitant to whether it makes sense given how I feel to call this place 'home' or not. The flight went well. Didn't have to pay for overweight baggage, which was a plus; had a fun time treking about 65 kg worth of baggage through Paris and the metro. My hands are still a little raw and muscles ( Read more... )

Sometimes the udder hilarity of things can just pull you out of a sullen mood. Yet another reminder that there are some pretty damn funny French people out there. And English is awesome. I love you, Antoine ( Read more... )

So, I'm sitting here, a head full of anchors and wormholes while Joey sleeps. he leaves in about 6 hours back to Denver and I feel like a dick, but he's lugging a lot of my shit back to the states for me. Which is incredibly nice of him, as I simply wouldn't be able to get my stuff back without his help. Thanks, Joey. You're a good man ( Read more... )

I love the French expression of recharging the batteries--as that's what a vacation can do. Being raw and just shredding it up is really one of the best ways to spend a week. I have absolutely no complaints about that trip despite all the flukes and kinks in the hose that seemed to come sans cesse. Ok, scratch that, I was bummed that I missed the ( Read more... )

This has been quite the week. Finals and preparation out the asshole, if you will; taking people to the airport; watching the fragments of an already delirious existence start to slither away--perhaps there's some sense of permanence beneath the peeling façade, perhaps it's just turtles all the way down. Turtles all the way down ( Read more... )

Last night's ride was the best yet ( Read more... )

Hooray! Horray! Today let's celebrate ( Read more... )

Holy Shit, what a day ( Read more... )

So, in case you were curious, I've found things that are more enjoyable than knee bone bruises. Waking up in the middle of the night from the pain is always a blast. Putain. I'd take 'Getting hit by a dumb-shit Parisian driver' off anyone's To Do: list in a hot second ( Read more... )