i just googled "Rueben" only to find that the correct spelling is 'reuben' which i think is rediculous and think "Rueben" is much more fitting. get it? "Rue" means "street" in french and "ben" doesn't mean much of anything to my knowledge, but in Hebrew "Reuben" means "behold, a son" which i find to be quite fitting.

my new car is named Rueben, its a boy. he's silver-ish outside and black inside, with a sunroof and windows you have to nudge a bit to get into place. i hope we become friends, because Rueben cost me a small fortune. oh, and Rueben is a TDI so we get to be mildly eco-conscious and use biofuel. yay! if i have any $$ in the spring i'm going to ( Read more... )

damn my triceps hurt in a good but nevertheless annoying way. i had to ask my mum to scoop my ice cream.
i'm going to buy a car on saturday.
( holy shit. )

just when i think i have all of the pieces gathered in my many fingered hands, a wind of uncertainty comes along scattering possibilities like seeds into a roaring fire, fingers shriveling into arthritic nubs, my weak body left to stand alone and brace those horrid winds like a barren tree in the middle of a desert. the sand is too hot to walk ( Read more... )

i can't stand the rain, if i were any greener i would photosynthesize.

fyi, i love Ian Bigelow, but when I asked him to marry me last friday when we were swinging around to jewish wedding music, he replied that he's not ready for marriage, and thats basically why i love him so much.

i hate everything that involves cars, absolutely everything except for the fact that a car is going to get me down to north carolina and away from the energy drain that is new hampshire. but i still hate that i have to leave in 2 1/2 weeks and don't have a car to get me there.
im hating a lot of things these days.

these days are full of sweating frustration, i skim through trying to save the cream as it runs through my open fingers. i wander around, building rock cairns for the fairies and knitting hats for babies, impermanence impermeates me. i used to dream of my future self, fabulous and full of vivre, but i realised today as i was driving around the ( Read more... )

why does everyone assume that i'm mad/upset/pissed off/troubled/sad when im being quiet? cant i just awkwardly stand in the corner without people thinking im going through a major life crisis? just because i kind of hate small talk doesn't mean im a psycho, it just means that i have underdeveloped social skills and an awkward fairy has made a nest ( Read more... )

how is it that i cannot stand to listen to any of the music that i own?

i know what i want, i just don't know how to find it.