February 2012
25 February 2012
Just another story about another stranger encounter (work edition)… I was fixing pants in the front, and an older gentleman was patiently standing there, waiting for his friend. We made friendly conversation, because this is what I get paid to do, and he said something along the lines of “It looks like you have a lot of things on your mind. I am kind of stressed out too, but looking at...
24 February 2012
I saw white lights, like burning film. I washed my hands, and slumped over on the floor of a dingy art department bathroom. You think it is poetic, but that is exactly how it went.
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I made a wish at 11:11 this morning for the hell of it, and by golly it came true.
It is just another night when M. sits in my bed and casually eats Easy Mac with shrooms.
“If there is niggas in Paris you can put niggas in Facebook.”
– Larry (response to my refusal to write “niggas” on Facebook)
“This one is for my sleepy niggas.”
– Billy (about pouring coffee on the ground)
20 February 2012
The moment when I felt most alive today (well, it is morning now, but I am doing that thing where I still count the present as Sunday) is when I was screaming “You’re the Good Things” in my car, speeding down Pebble from Durango, all the way to Fort Apache.
Today I remembered that the only anger and frustration I can express is the kind where I tear up and kind of sob to...
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19 February 2012
I was reading on the differences in cultural affection and I started getting all teary-eyed. There is a certain intimacy in other cultures that American culture lacks. I miss my family. I see them often, but I never have time to be around them. Shame, seeing as I actually enjoy my family. I miss my friends, because I know goddamn well that we share than intimacy.
I just feel isolated at the...
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