I need to write a travel story. by thursday at 7. i have nothing.
well, nothing with a point. really. nothing.

i went to a philosophy conference today. well, i went for two speakers. the first one was ok, i got maybe half of it, but the second one... holy crap i have never heard english spoken in such a way that every single word loses all meaning! and i'm used to that shit. the only way i stayed awake was by fantasizing about all the stupid questions i ( Read more... )

i had bad dreams last night, as in plural ( Read more... )

it seems strange to me that bills can come for someone who's been dead for over four years. and that they get paid. when i die i will stop paying bills ( Read more... )

he gestured at my steaming baguette and organic gala. "that's it? just the bread and the apple ( Read more... )

forgot to mention ( Read more... )

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nothing to say, so i think i'll make myself a pretty dress.

I just cut off all my fingernails. Because I have something to say but i was having difficulty typing. I'm not sure what I want to say, I have a few stories that I would like to do justice, but I'm not sure if I have the energy ( Read more... )

After two bad dreams about her, it was difficult to go there; but I'd forgotten my keys, and Ronan's creamsicle was melting. We sat and had a cigarette together, and talked about the cat and the dog and the tomatoes. She was happy to see me again, and I found it hard to go, though I wanted to ( Read more... )