Don't Laugh, But If You Catch Me Staring At You, It's Because I'm Working Through Variations In Your Behavior. Okay, You Can Laugh. I Guess It Is Kind Of Odd.
Humans are alike in their gestures, their physical aspects, their emotional balance, their mental machinations – not because these are all similar, but because they are all hatable.
You can hate someone immediately and intensely, without any real reason for it. There can be empirical evidence, bits of pieces of their personality to prove you wrong, [...]
The House Might As Well Be Empty For All The Noise I Can Hear Through These Bathroom Walls.
Yesterday I spent ten minutes in an empty linoleum bathtub, watching humidity bugs climb up stucco walls and scratching at the scabs on my lobster red limbs, thinking of things I cannot find the sense in now. Which is understandable, really – the workings of the mind of a fully-clothed girl sitting in a porcelain boat [...]
Disillusionment.
The thing about trust is that it always leads to disillusionment. Believing in something, putting any kind of faith in it, can, and does, come to a variety of rather discouraging misfortunes.
The fact of the matter is that it’s difficult not to be suspicious, of everyone and everything, at some point in time. No one [...]
Conversation #2.
“Do you want to be famous?”
“Gabriel Garcia Marquez says fame is like a very fat woman who doesn’t sleep with you but who, when you wake up, is watching you from the foot of your bed.”
“Huh. Memories of My Melancholy Whores?”
“Indeed.”
“Do you want to be, though? Famous, I mean.”
“It depends on the time of month, [...]
Conversation #1.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever been ashamed of something you’ve done, or said?”
“Well, yes. Hasn’t everyone?”
“I haven’t.”
“You mean you’ve never done anything you wish you could take back, never said anything hurtful that causes you embarrassment when you’re looking back in retrospect?”
“It’s not that. It’s just that I don’t feel embarrassment.”
“I can’t [...]
Purple.
There are spasms of technicolor vomit disrupting my night sky behind me. Fireworks? Never could really understand that pyrotechnic quality inside their creators, never really could see what was beautiful about them.
The house could be empty. It’s dark already. The onset of evening has always made me strangely anxious, even though I like the transformations [...]
Second Guessing My Freedoms.
Once in a while I’ll have one of those moments that hang in the air, where someone asks you one of the more important questions, and the gravity is sucked of the room, making your thoughts go into free fall. More often than not, I’ll trip over my words or I’ll be unable to find [...]
And Thus Putting Boise To Good Use.
I’m tired of being saddled with the burden of remembering. I want there to be a company dedicated to archiving memories, something with a cheesy slogan and an advertisement on every other billboard. I’ll be able to depend on something other than my own default, defunct, utterly disastrous mind. So that in twenty, fifty years, [...]
Spam Kills Unicorns.
I have nothing to write, draft, mark-up or study for, no exams, quizzes or papers due. I am officially stress-free.
And I have no idea what to do with myself.
I walk around the house, dressed in Chinese-print skirts I’ve dragged out of last summer’s wardrobe, my father’s fluffy red sweaters. I update my social networking profiles, [...]
Perdita.
It’s exam week, ladies and gentlemen. Today I did Social Studies (we’re doing Economics) , Physics & Chemistry (stoichiometry) and French (PRONOMSADEJECTIFSFROMAGE!).
I have a habit of being unable to fully concentrate on any task at hand – my head is in too many places at once, buzzing and frequently refusing to re-enter reality, giving me [...]
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