Sex, as they harshly call it,
I fell into this morning
at ten o'clock , a drizzling hour
of traffic and wet newspapers.
I thought of him who yesterday
clearly didn't
turn me to a hot field
ready for plowing,
and longing for that young man
pierced me to the roots
bathing every vein, etc.
All day he appears to me
touchingly desirable,
a prize... Read More
Amy and I were IMing tonight about what our "type" is. After a lot of mishigash from me having trouble to articulate what I'm looking for in the opposite sex, a moment of clarity:
i've had such bad relationships ... such bad experiences in general, all I want is someone I can enjoy talking to, who wont rope me into to something serious fast, who... Read More
Today is a sad one. Stuck in long island, I'd rather be any where else. I should have made plans this weekend to go to Philly, but it's too late for that.
Cambridge, I'm coming soon, I swear. It's odd, I never though I'd miss you, but I do now.
Home.
What makes a home? There is never a moment when this music doesn't make... Read More
Oh, i'm informing you that my favorite Sigur Rs song is S Lest- the best part of the song is around 4:22, but it really get's me at 5:50 to the end. I love taking a bath, and having this boom through the speakers in the bathroom, drinking red wine.