December 2011
mom: What are you doing tonight?
me: Gonna go to a party. There'll be alcohol.
mom: Cool, whose gonna be there?
me: Probably a bunch of older men who will use me for my body.
mom: Fun, fun, what are you guys going to do?
me: Besides have wild sex, probably do some hard drugs.
mom:
me:
mom: So basically, you'll be in your room online all night?
me: Yep, call me when dinner's ready.
“The number of homeless children in the United States is at its highest levels in...”
– http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/12/24/us-usa-homeless-idUSTRE7BM1CY20111224
not a haiku
haikujin:
it would be so lovely… to hold you close (but that’s not happening) to feel you breathing (but that’s not happening) to hear your heart beat (but that’s not happening) to feel your warmth (but that’s not happening)
“I’m not a medical professional, but it seems obvious that human beings aren’t...”
– Gina Trapani which echoes why I’ve started working at a standing desk. (via @ftantillo)
“I am convinced that if we do not decisively win the struggle over the nature of...”
– Newt Gingrich
I’m cold and alone in an empty house. My phone was snatched this evening when I hung out with my ex which was emotional enough as it were. My dad is coming back tomorrow and I don’t know when or if he expects me to meet him at the airport. I fell ice skating and my knee hurts and my hand is bruised. A lot of my stuff is at my mom’s and I haven’t picked it up yet. I need to...
That was a painful goodnight. Sometimes I feel like I let you go too early. Like we missed out on months because I was too scared. I justify everything, even when there is no good reason. Evenings like the one we just had are hard to come by and when it’s just us two I can’t think about anything but how comfortable you are against me. But then I remember all those months ago exactly...
The sun went up, the sun went down, and all the...
On being home
Tonight I’ll have been home for a week.
1. There’s like a weird sense of time where I feel like I don’t have time to see everyone but I’m also here for quite a lot of time. And then all of a sudden a week flies by but at the same time I don’t know if I’ll last a whole month.
2. I tried writing verses but I got stuck. This bed was once mine, this kitchen...
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