August 2010
6 posts
thoughts from a dad brain...
on the romeo subject…
my father after a while to ponder stops in and says, “you may not be romeo, but he is definately Juliet.”
then we had a nice laugh.
i doubt this is a good literary reference, but my dad is poking at his maleness which is exactly what i needed to hear.
go team dad
seaschel asked: I feel like we're super similar people. Its rather scary, actually. So, dear friend, thanks for sharing your thoughts on here. Its nice to know we're not alone.
my life as romeo
while forcing myself to run on the eliptical for an hour tonight (in hopes one day i won’t cringe at the thought of wearing a bathing suit) i discovered that i may in fact be romeo.
shortly after making this profound discovery, i try to explain to my father who immediately informs me that i am not a boy. this is a great way to summarize the rhythm of most of our conversations. except...
i have so much to say.
i’ve been running a lot lately. i mean a lot in the sense that I am doing it twice a day the way drug addicts replace behaviors with other healthy behaviors in order to help get better but, nevertheless, i am not a drug addict. and i am not sure which behavior i am replacing. but it feels good. i feel like an 8 yr old again. free and alive. and the faster and longer i run, the more i...
July 2010
15 posts
my son is proving to be a cross between a wookie and a pterodactyl
strange soundtrack to my life right now
by the way
you can’t hate me and ignore me for the things we both you make you love me.
just saying
i like sweet potatoes unreasonably too much.
time
i spend most of my time playing a version of tag where i have to crawl. because lets face it, its be extremely unfair to plaing walking tag with a 10 month old. it is by far the most fun i have ever had.
also, my son keeps changing the radio station…he might be looking for better music. i am a proud mom.
and…i almost died when my son got a bloodly lip when face planting the...
rec. cong. silly. nation
i see.
consciously.
the
ridiculousness
of you
drink energy
so im tired.
and im sick of talking about being tired…
so i drank an energy drink and did nothing.
so typical me.
i peered into the minds of 25 of the most interesting strangers i know.
and all i saw were 4 naked bottoms.
nice bottoms but nonetheless, not what i was looking for down the rabbithole.
i am reading wuthering heights. terrible 33 first pages and then brillance.
how could...
“I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.”
– Frida Kahlo (via lung) (via vamosespana) (via rememo) (via myserendipity, ccshawn) (via iloveyoulessthanpunk)
morningtime with me and p.nash
half played songs on the piano
warm earl grey with milk
vanity fair half read
melanie and alexander beetle on vinnyl
vintage pictures to hang
a baby with sweet kisses and nothing on but a diaper
warm sticky maryland air
wuthering heights at naptime
love love love
...i sit...silently...you sit...in silence
i sit silently, because i can.
there are very few things that i can CHOOSE to do anymore.
but I CAN be silent.
i can be silent FOREVER
if i choose to. and you can talk even louder…and LOUDER
and i will respond with nothingness.
it is MY will that I exert over myself
and you, consequently, since you seem to be sitting in my shadows so
EXPECTANTLY
which may exactly be YOUR problem,
...
could I...
love you because you say good mornin darlin’.
could i love you because you say yes ma’am in a non-condescending voice.
could i love you because we like all the same things from vintage records and star wars to sushi and flea markets.
could i love you because you done a tremendous job raising your son and you still have nice things to say about your ex.
could i love you because yes...
June 2010
7 posts
“my brain to my self in general, “you just don’t like him that much. ...”
– brain
Dear Heart, you can wait.
(via theemotionalrescue)
today my son
started gagging before the pea even touched his lips. he actually GAGGED and began coughing and spitting. the drama that ensues at nine months is unbelievable. but then a very short while later he proceed to stick a plethora of twigs in his mouth to eat.
MEN. just joking.
but seriously?!?
I like you...
“…if I were a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off, you’d be one too.”
Nothing but a lifesize paperdoll.
(via theemotionalrescue)
whhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyy?
why do you still live with your mother?
why don’t you have a job?
why won’t you talk about what’s wrong?
why did you lead me on??????
and why are you hitting on girls who graduated high school the same year we graduated college???????????????????
you are a TURD
ohlalala
that title above should be read more like ewwwwlala but i want to spell it like that instead so.
yesterday i felt freaked out because it wasnt a good feeling day but it was an odd numbered day. see this is a problem for me because i trust odd numbers and i feel very safe with them since childhood. so on odd numbered days i expect to feel good unless sometime bad happens. when nothing does and i...
May 2010
1 post
Agent 3Z: Some Famous authors whose works were... →
Vladimir Nabokov Mr. Nabokov’s Lolita was greeted by one publisher with these words: “…overwhelmingly nauseating, even to an enlightened Freudian…the whole thing is an unsure cross between hideous reality and improbable fantasy. It often becomes a wild neurotic daydream…I recommend that it be…
April 2010
5 posts
urge
i have an urge to hear what you hear
see what you see
read what you think
to understand
is to LOVE
to experience each other
IS to compromise
you never liked guns n' roses?!?
conversation i had earlier
him: “of course I liked Nirvana too. but i never liked guns and roses.”
me: “what?!?!? Axel and I had a brief and inappropriate love affair in thrid grade. definately the first time i felt compelled to tell a man i loved him. and not the last time i loved one for all the wrong reasons.”
wink wink
honestly, i am just not that interested in doing what you want me to do. i am simply too selfish and filled with my own interests. sorry about your bad luck.
and youre right, i will probably die alone. but I at least i wont spend my life bored and obligated. :)
anais
i could quote anais nin from her diary all night long…instead you should read it
no, no, no, no beats for you
the beats are drumming, through my ears, through my blood
into my soul
these are your beats
of course they are
funny how you share them so willingly with me
freely, as i feel your love beating into me
[drumming on my skin
through my brain, into my memory
the smell of you
and my fingertips lightly touch your face
fluttering like the soft kisses i intend them to be]
i know had i worked...
read
The Idiot Girls’ Action-adventure Club by Laurie Notaro….very very very very inexplicable funny. unless you might be the sort who sticks there nose up at drunken debauchery and then….in the words of Blair…YOU CAN GO NOW
and i may be making EVIL CHEESY JELLO to avoid life and baking helps me to stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.
for some reason, at 26 i have reverted back to a 12 year old who thinks about your lips….die die die heart
jjpasinski:
because we would rather talk in code, then just come out and say it. well what are you waiting for, tell me that you need me. all these hidden messages mean more to me then anybody could ever know.
YOU SHOULD...
eat a salad with arugla lettuce, walnuts, pears, gorgonzola cheese, white rice vinegar, olive oil, salt, and pepper….your body and soul will thank me
question on my mind lately: why is it that we are willing to take all sorts of medicines (i won’t even mention the fact that they have been tested only to a certain extent and hold a fun ? factor in our bodies) to solve all our...
March 2010
18 posts
done
i am done being sorry because you can never be sorry enough to please the people who are mad. being sorry fuels their fire and allows them more room to be angry with you. for some people, it is never enough. they are never satisfied becasue they hold so much unhappiness. i am done being sorry because after a certain point—honestly, i am not sorry anymore.
i am not sorry for not being...
march ending
nirvana on repeat…lyrics floating in my head.
anais nin love letters in my heart.
my son’s laughter in my ear.
dreams thickening my soul.
when I thought about you today, i couldn’t remember one single thing about you i liked. isn’t it funny. how the view changes when you clear away the fog.
“Our love for each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of...”
– Anaïs Nin (via pinpricks) (via milktrees) (via thingsgohazy)
“True love is a state of timelessness, loss of ego, surrender, defenselessness...”
– Deepak Chopra (via swallowingstars)
