2.26.2011

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.

2.15.2011


from my valentine.

2.13.2011

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.

2.12.2011

2.08.2011

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.

2.01.2011

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.