February 2012
72 posts
lucky to be around such thoughtful people, she told herself not to be disappointed that nothing could be.
i just noticed the other day in the shower that i have been sucking in my stomach since i can remember. i had a great mother. she wasn’t the type to make me feel like shit for my appearance, though in certain outfits she might mention that it would look better on me if i “sucked it in.” she said this the same way she would ask me to iron my shirts, or comb my hair— not...
have you ever met someone who seemed to want to be around you but you kind of noticed that they seemed only to like a couple of things about you? with the exception of when these few things, they spend time with you pointing out things they don’t like as if they are being helpful? i.e. “you always do this” ”why do you always…” “i think it’s...
how often do you think about cheating? in any form. do you think about you, yourself cheating on your partner? do you think about your partner cheating on you? do you think of what constitutes “cheating”? do you look around public places wondering who here is on a date with someone other than his/her partner? do you think one gender seems to cheat more often? have you ever been...
lonely, honest little failure that you became.
i can’t make you do anything, can i? i hate this feeling.
on the count of three
most memorable things people have said about you to you? -you have no ambition. -you are difficult to know. -you’re a bitch. -you seemed curt in your messages. -you are rigid. -you are cold. -you’re a total babe. -you’re so negative. -your overly accommodating nature can be exhausting. -your eyes are brown, like poop. -you’re very thoughtful, unlike my daughter. -you are...
man
man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. the ice my drink is popping. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. the wood in the fire is popping. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man. man.
i feel like reading
with all of the support in the world going to those who create things out of books— the pages, spines, covers, etc.— there is always this part of me that feels a twinge of pain for seeing those pages torn from a book and placed under the glass top of the coffee table, or the covers of old books being gelded of their pages and painted over to be used as parts for a crafty box. it seems...
when i tell you, cigarette in hand, that i am not a smoker, do you believe me?
what lies did you tell when you were anorexic?
“i’m just not hungry.” “no thanks. i already ate.” “my stomach is upset, otherwise i would.” “i have dinner/lunch plans after this.” “i don’t know how i am losing the weight.” “i have just cut out fatty foods.” “i just started running a lot.” “i am actually really stressed, i guess that’s...
irrelevant adjective not connected with or relevant to something personal adjective [ attrib. ] of, affecting, or belonging to a particular person rather than to anyone else terror noun extreme fear lonely adjective without companions; solitary
precarious adjective not securely held or in position; dangerously likely to fall or collapse
vagrant noun ornithology a bird that has strayed or been...
i hate having epiphanies about freud right as i am trying to fall asleep.
happy valentines day
i love you for your slender hips
have you ever known that somewhere someone was having a sex dream and and then been jealous that you weren’t also having one?
girls.
interesting that girls are so hated. how often i have heard:
“well, girls are just like that.”
“i’m glad i have all boys.”
“i don’t like girls; all of my friends are guys.”
“i think that’s just the way girls are.”
“whew. glad i don’t have a daughter.”
“girls just don’t deal with things like boys...
perhaps the biggest (out of the many grand) perk of being broke is that it breaks down the age barrier that is usually pointed out when i talk to anyone remotely older than me.
“i just bought this great original release record of _____.” => “i saw them live.” “everything is just really fucked up, you know?” => “well, when i was your...
misalignment
stella: it's good to talk to you. it's been too long.
mera: i know! how are you? how is your life?
stella: not so amazing. i am still unemployed and i am markedly lonely. how are you doing?
mera: i'm doing okay. just trying to figure out what to do when i graduate. where to move, jobs, etc..
stella: that's a tough one. i wish i was a better example of the possibilities for a recent grad... but here i am simply spending my days coming up with reasons not to kill myself. oh yeah. i am wildly depressed, did i mention that? and i started smoking.
mera: i can't believe you started smoking.
today ethel’s alter-ego
did her taxes.
she went to a vegetarian restaurant and ate some kale and carrots.
her friends commented on her new smoking habit
then she had a cigarette. (she is kind of angsty.)
she ordered a soy latte with two extra shots
and interviewed over the phone for a corporate job.
she brushed her teeth and changed her jeans
and arrived just on time for...
