today i donated money to Public Radio and went home and made a giant pot of pasta sauce and cleaned my kitchen.

im so totally becoming an adult?

said the boy who vomited all over my bathroom, clogged my toilet and didn't clean it up, "I guess I just feel really safe here, I feel comfortable enough to puke ( Read more... )

false alarm, my wallet was at goodwill. I'm going to try and bake them brownies, maybe wednesday ( Read more... )

fuck fuck fuck ( Read more... )

my new boss just sent everyone an email calling us "little drips" i cant stop giggling about it, i kind of love my new job. its super hectic and i've got to be on my toes but i think im kind of getting the hang of it. ahh friendly neighborhood coffeeshops ( Read more... )

i love salsa dancing and i smell like a man from Queretaro named Manuel, who spun me around so much that i'm still reeling from it, at least the walnut sized blisters on my feet still are, thats for sure.

enjoying my last few days of fun and freedom before i turn into a scholarly zombie. sweat nectar.

im alive and have a bunch of things for my kitchen. measuring cups and dish racks and such. im also sweaty and a bit on the woah side of life, but so it goes.

i literally haven't cleaned my room in... 7 years?
my mom cried because she liked it the old way- full of useless junk and endless momentos that i've forgotten.
for once in my life i think im getting rid of more than i am keeping, it feels oh so nice.
im going to pennsylvania tomorrow.

so in my lengthy process of tossing out the irrelevant bits of my childhood, i came upon this poem that i wrote sometime in 2003 ( Read more... )

magic happened today, perhaps a bit more than usual... i managed to drive home from cambridge without getting even the tiniest bit lost or having to turn around. that is the first time that has ever happened in the perhaps 50 times that i have driven to that godforsaken city of roadway doom ( Read more... )