iPhone? bumping? what?
it’s as if I just forget how to sleep when it’s dark outside.
“My life is a requiem composed in the key of fuck.”
Dan left for class at 6:45 this morning, after which I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about food… so I made macaroni and cheese and ate it in the bathtub. Now I have a stomach ache along with insomnia, but I smell like fuckin’ roses.
I knew that I had to pay in change before I even entered Harvard Station - just 30 cents or so to get me on the train home. As I was loading my charlie card, I heard the announcement: “Attention passengers…” and I quickly fumbled the rest of my quarters into the slot, tapped my card and broke into a sprint to make the approaching Ashmont train. I wasn’t the only one...
everything is sweeter
What scent is your deodorant? Peach? I think Have you ever watched the same sex undress? Well I mean sometimes Do ants make you itchy? Only when they’re crawling on me Have you ever went out in public without underwear on? Sure Have you ever found a hair in your food at a restaurant? Probably, but I wouldn’t make a scene about something like that. When did you last shave? Earlier...
Spent the evenin’ blowing lines and playing dress-up with an Italian goddess. Haven’t had that much girl time in years - completely necessary and wholly satisfying. She dressed me up and made me over and took pictures of me hiding in corners and standing on chairs in 6” heels. “We laugh until we think we’ll die, barefoot on a summer night; nothing new is sweeter than...
the man in the photo below
is a curious being. He sat, seemingly unaffected, for about 20 minutes in the common today while herds of squirrels and pigeons huddled around him. You’d think he’d have thrown something on the ground, or taunted them, but no! He sat unawares, typing furiously into his cell phone. They just seemed drawn to him; it’s possible that he may be a God of Nature.
A lot of homeless people live in Central Square. A lot of crazy people do, too. They’re not necessarily the same people, but the two often overlap. Case in point: today, after getting off the red line on my way back from Emerson, I passed through a little park that those of the “sketchy” variety tend to frequent. As I was walking through, a large man in a white shirt approached...
I can’t sleep because I’m too excited about the haircut I’m getting later today.
I’ve found it’s easier to express my wants and desires in list form. THE LIST: More money; a ferret; a book of crossword puzzles (or a copy of the Boston Globe because their crossword puzzles are easy-peasy and I can do them in 30 minutes’ time). Ahhh. The sweet smell of accomplishment. I saw two dear friends last night for the first time all summer, which was both...
“I don’t like ice cream or cake.” “Do you not like fun?”