Smoke and rooftops and duomos over city lights. Dancing till one and flirting with two languages. Forgetting about the laundry and that other continent. What are all those silly people still doing over there? I can't describe the things around me. I just can't ( Read more... )

The bus can't make it up the road to our Italian villa, they said. So we got to walk from the main road ( Read more... )

I am a small boy drowning in bureaucracy. hoops made of red tape. it's a very...lost...thing. an inedible grid

silly mess
where's katie?

Tim! Bat signal! 9 hours. K? K.

All those things we've been thinking and talking about--and I realize this almost every day at some point--are all so small ( Read more... )

I just threw away all souvenirs, fun little reminders of wonderful moments, school stuff, gifts, knick knacks, etc memories I'd acquired between 5th grade and college--and I saved everything. So I just relived all those years in an hour with Trent in my left ear ( Read more... )

AHHHH! Pride! It's all around us!

Where's the other stuff?

(fear, too...)

Lonely day. Fucking existentialists...

S....n....o.........w.....? The ten minute drive home from the Boys and Girls Club last night took 40 minutes. We were driving through that oldschool screen saver we had on our computer when I was 12. No Santa Fe. No Taos. Fuckin snow. I'll just put Makena on a bus ( Read more... )

America. Ahh! How do people deal with this strange land? Such a different group of pretensions. AHH. I think a primal scream is the only to express... well, anything. Which is an absolute lie. A lie that means I think at this moment that anything less than a scream means nothing ( Read more... )

So I forwarded all my slcmail to my address @gmail.edu. But gmail.EDU doesn't EXIST. Because gmail isn't a SCHOOL. SO ( Read more... )

I lost several hours of my life to several bottles of wine last night. I can't remember the last time I couldn't remember a large chunk of life. Funny how that happens. A glimpse at Alzheimer's. Fun little embarrassing experiment. Always hilarious to be told the next day that you... oh... yuck... you did that? But apparently you wanted to, ( Read more... )