1.Go into your archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

It's best not to think about some things, I've decided.

Moderatly something-dead, though not necessarily 'braindead'. I don't think I have much time to purge much; I think we're about to watch this documentary (at my urging) that I've already seen once (for the first time) this week & I'm typing quite sloppily besides. New job, moderately new place, pepto-bismol colored table, a trip in the making to ( Read more... )

Sooo much... Tipsy, as one should be on Cinco de Mayo. This isn't necessarily what I had planned for the eve, but so be it. New job, which I'll start soon. Lots of plans. Revisions to plans abound. After over 2 years as a non-smoker, I've started smoking again. And it's, umm, lovely. There was something else I wanted to write... Oh yeah, we ( Read more... )

I wouldn't possibly know where the fuck to begin. Over & out.

So I haven't written about the bloodbath yet, nor how I ran into a girl who lived in Austria with me on the very same night. I haven't written about running into the same waitress two nights in a row at La Hacienda and how I was with a different guy each time and how I wondered which false conclusions the waitress was making. I haven't written ( Read more... )

I'm making a post simply because I'm thinking that it might ease this awkward restlessness. It's not the typical Saturday night/Sunday morning restlessness, the I-must-go-out-and-break-out-and-make-out mode. It's the I'm-here-and-moderately-under-the-weather-and-pining-away-for-certainty restlessness. I'm on the verge of letting myself consider ( Read more... )

Like, subway, subtext, submission, subconscious, substitute ( Read more... )

I am too restless to write much more at this very moment, though I have much to get out. Some sort of catharsis is well overdue. Anyway, it seems that I dreamt of B last night, among other [strange] things. And I stumbled across the following question today, it's from an entry last spring that makes mention of B, and I like it:

Is this just some ( Read more... )

Bare heels slide with hesitance into cold ( Read more... )

The guy demanding this assignment from me figured into an equation that began Wednesday night and ended over twenty-four hours later. We trekked out to the small city of my former residency. I wore my turquoise shawl, the party was small, there was red velvet cake, there was a campfire and a curly dog running around with curlier, colored ribbon ( Read more... )