•February 22, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I can’t say the thought never crossed my mind as you sat across the room, already at ease yet vulnerable… The sunlight catching your eyes, the blue startling in its intensity. I can’t imagine you didn’t feel the electric tug between us, as you asked the questions he already knows the answers to. But the electric tug fizzles and fades when pulled too far, and I know just how many drops this glass will hold before it overflows and ruins everything.




Hey, how was that for some uber bad writing? Bleh.


A Moment

•January 19, 2011 • Leave a Comment

It’s midnight and you’re sitting in a corner with strangers from your past. No one’s really talking, because there isn’t anything to say and even if there was it’s too loud to hear anyway. He’s staring at you, not looking away, not looking at you so much as into you. You feel like defying him. Holding his gaze until he breaks, looks down. You stare, a moment passes, he doesn’t falter. Another moment, starts feeling familiar, like that night in the rain, when you challenged a different stranger not to look away, and he didn’t, for years. You look away, terrified of what could happen if you don’t. Down at your lap, at your hand on the table,  draped casually around your beer. A quick glance past him, out the window, and he’s still staring. A nervous smile, and he grins, blinks away, and it’s over.

Has it been long enough, do you think?

•January 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I haven’t felt much like writing lately. Being not in school tends to do that, I guess. Not being in the habit regularly makes the words not come as easily, even if I wanted them to. But it feels good to write sometimes, to have a record of how I am feeling about any given subject so that later when I look back at where I’ve been the gaps aren’t so big. I think the thing is that not so much happens to me anymore. The people aren’t very different, and the situations don’t cause as much emotion as they used to. Maybe I’ve lost the need to write anything.

The question remains what am I going to do with my life, but frankly that doesn’t interest me. Maybe I’m to scared to face it head on, but I’d rather think that it’ll work itself out in time.


Anyway,  I guess that’s all I have to say right now.

Summer Feeling…

•June 17, 2010 • Leave a Comment

How often does it happen that you nurse a feeling all year long, only to find that when the time comes, it doesn’t matter anyway?

too often.


•June 4, 2010 • Leave a Comment

So, I got a kitten.

I’ve been thinking about it for a while, because with me and Connor both gone nearly all day these days, Pekoe’s been getting pretty lonely. So, we adopted a little stray kitten from the humane society. He’s 2 months old, weighs 1.47 pounds, and is nearly all black with a few white spots on his neck and belly.

He’s such a little scaredy. He’s underneath the couch now, hiding, and he has been for about an hour.

He was called Jonathan at the humane society, and we haven’t decided if we’re going to keep that name or not. Any suggestions are welcome!

•May 28, 2010 • Leave a Comment

“happy in the club with a bottle of red wine,
stars in our eyes ’cause we’re having a good time,
…so happy i could die.”
-lady gaga

All smiles

•May 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I was trying to figure out why talking on the phone with my sales rep reminds me so much of talking on the phone with my roommate. I think it’s because I have a weird combo of business/personal relationships with both of them.  Gosh I love that rep though.