the entire metal band thought i was julie.
i don't even know julie.
but
carmine hugged me
thinking
i was her.
and
nick played me left and leaving
after i spotted the weakerthans poster
on the wall
in their practice space.

oxymoron.

miniature uno
and
french fries

bushwick to greenpoint
to
recovering drug addicts
and
sprite
and
a friends downstairs neighbor
who
knows who i am.

closing the bar
and
exiting through the back door.

next to the foosball.

Dance Yrself Clean - LCD Soundsystem - Muppets rock out in Brighton !

from my valentine.

Here
is
the
link
to
my
etsy
page.

buy something.
xo

my cabbage tastes like bacon.
and
there is ham in his potato salad.

i cook fresh beets with the anticipation of pink urine.

dogs don't need professional haircuts.
when you are in possession of 5 different types of scissors.

snot shooting out of my brain every time i sneeze, which is every 5 mins.

i finally set up my etsy shop this weekend.

at least i got dressed today.

aaaachhooooooo.

LOVE.

scrambled eggs
with
a side of
sunny side up eggs.

i remember when it was so easy.

17 voicemails.
3 saved.

from days past.

all of those days.
it feels like forever ago.


i wish this rage in my heart was brought on solely by love.
and
not by fear
and
not by shattered hope of everything that could have been.

i am in love with this.

hot pink lip prints
upon eyelids.

wake-up calls
from cold roads.

shoulder pain.
3 pointers.

songs to listen to late at night.

teeth grinding.
alletos.

one month.
of
resolutions, unkept.


one month.