August 2009
So I left the house.
Drinking a beer that a friend poured for me, as he works behind the bar. Put my phone down long enough to flirt with a cute boy waiting to close out his tab. I don’t think I did it right though because I’m still sitting here and he’s not. Oh well. Maybe next bar/boy.
I would totally be at that NYC Tweetup except it...
and also because it’s in NYC.
I call the house I live in "susan's house." you?
Susan is the woman who lived in this house until she died in 2007. I went to high school, briefly, with her son and he is letting me live here until I… well until I get my shit together. he doesn’t live here, unless he happens to be in town (like this week), because his job keeps him based somewhere else and traveling almost always. I call this house “Susan’s House”...
Coke Talk of the Day
coketalk:
You know what we as a culture have collectively missed out on? Getting to name our homes. Anna had Green Gables, Scarlett had Tara — hell, even Robert Evans has Woodland. Why can’t I name my condo?
Fuck if I need some sprawling plantation or grand estate before I can give it a name. From now on, I’m referring to my place as Halcyon.
Tonight after the club, I’m gonna raise a glass and...
July 2009
here’s the song I propose for this Tumblr...
summer. this song reminds me of summer. the summer...
it's a damn good thing I wasn't able to sleep.
otherwise, I might not have seen that spider scurry along the wall next to my bed by the light of my laptop. with my trusty lint roller, victory was mine and NOW I can get some sleep.
In heat like this, singing along loudly in your car on the hwy to hollaback girl loses all of it’s shame.
“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via quotewhore)
in honor of me saying goodnight in this hot hot...
with the hot hot heat, I'm angling to go to a...
to sit in a nice cool theater.
the only current movie I’ve seen is The Hangover.
what shall I try to talk my friend Kim into seeing with me?
“serial killer pro tip: don’t redress one body with clothing from another...”
– me
just trying to be helpful.
“There isn’t a cure for aging because it isn’t a disease”
– Laurence Rubenstein, geriatrician at UCLA Medical Center
via LATimes
(via erinmargrethe)
and also, I’m missing. I know what I’m missing, and it’s a hole as big as a fist through my heart.
I’m not good at living with other people. I’m sitting here in the dark with my laptop not sure what to do because someone else is here. the fact that my “roommate” is rarely here and now here for a week doesn’t help. I’ve never had a chance to get used to him. and it’s his house. but I’m usually here alone so it feels like my house. and he’s in...
all you feet haters can suck it. I have awesome...
for the record:
I’m not lactating but you’re welcome to try.
I swear to bacon if this house doesn't cool down...
IT'S TOO FUCKING HOT.
I know I’m just being a baby and I could be in much hotter climate but for crying in the dark this is the pacific northwest. I would like a cool breeze please.
I would so rather sit here and read Tumblr all day but instead I need to get ready for my cousin’s wedding where I will be thankfully wearing sunglasses for most of the event and able to pretend I just don’t see the people who make my tummy hurt.
tomorrow is my cousin's wedding.
I love her and wouldn’t miss her marriage for anything. however, I’ll be seeing some family that I would really rather not. a few people I’ve not seen in a decade. some I’ve seen since then, with bad outcomes. I’ve already told myself that I am going to go and enjoy myself. I’m going to remember the reason we’re all there, my beautiful cousin. I’m...
because I know you’ve missed this song.
it’s that kind of night.
the white stripes:...
Without looking it up I know I share my birthday with Sir Paul McCartney, Isabella Rossellini, Roger Ebert and my friend Michael.
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