it's like.............. exhaling all of your breath and sinking to the bottom of the pool. and feeling the pressure in your head and the buoyancy in your lungs. that's what it's like.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
um. blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah .
I think my discman is breaking. A chunk of metal fell out of it today. I don't know what that means. and it stopped playing at track #17 on a 19 track cd. I don't know what that means either.
.
I'm upset about it.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
scab
my australian boss, andrea, never tasted a pop tart till she visited the american military base in yokohama last november, after which she fell into an obsession. the passion was all-consuming but fleeting. after ordering three cases, the nutritionally-preachy aussie realized she is altogether too dainty for such dense sweets. they're sitting on our kitchen shelves and in the office at her English school, like silent majestic icons of the USA.
do i like pop tarts?
products from home are nice. they hold a growing glowing. that thing i was looking for which ties me to america seems to be developing every day. i didn't like pop tarts when i lived in pop tart land, but i feel a bit possessive of them here. i think i will eat them all.
Monday, February 20, 2006
When I go to the bus stop on MWF mornings at 8:30 I see a girl I knew in high school named Wendy. Waiting for the bus. (Linz knows who I'm talking about).
and... Wendy and I used to be slightly friends. We'd sit at the same lunch table, go to the same bonfires... whatever.
and... I've seen Wendy at the bus stop in the mornings for about a year now... and I avoid her... every time.
and... I know she sees me, and avoids me too.
because... we have nothing to say to each other.
and... even if it's just me and Wendy, we'll stand 5feet from one another and look in opposite directions.
because... that's how it is these days.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
baby mongoose
for once a live show felt a little like home, or what i mean is madison. except mollie wasn't there being complemented on her dance moves and offered coke. and erin wasn't quietly being beautiful in the corner. and also there were no guys as usual. just lots of withdrawn little boys it seems like. aside from the pervert in front who was having sex with the air.
i got the stitches out of my knee this week from when i fell down. mollie can you bend all your fingers yet?
someone sent me a picture of our house with a hot dog-shaped car in front of it. it really pulled on my heart. how is that house doing? new garbage disposal, huh? that's the way, girls.
i miss you three so very much. could i please see you again now?
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
BUT THEN!
I put on my neeeeeeew glasses and I become inquisitive and thoughtful. and I think, "damn. it's a beautiful day out there. and I can be whatever I want to be. and I can do whatever I want to do." and so I put on my socks. but they have a hole in the toe. and I become downtrodden again. BUT THEN I think, "OH BOY! we have a neeeeew sink and garbage disposal!" but then I realize it doesn't work yet. So I sigh and put Ashlee Simpson in my DISCman and go to school.
STATION STATION NEW RAP:
Rice is nice, cheese please... and toast. and butter. and sex. and sex and sex. Lemme feel your body heat. and rice. and cheese. and toast and butter. and sex. uh uh uh.
Monday, February 13, 2006
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
f lowerama f lowerama f lowerama f lowerama f lowerama f lowerama
oooooooooooooooh that love is in the air and is cutting the shit out of my hands
oooooo last night E and I went on romantical dinner. I had pasta.
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Dear Station, station
1. What DO YOU think about 'hip' art, besides that its disposable?
2. Where is our garbage disposal?
3. Articulate why: At the same moment you open your eyes from sleep, you are panic-stricken, every morning.
4. What DO YOU think about milk that is dirty from your cereal?
5. Well, I'm going down to Florida and get some sand in my shoes
6. Were churi's mittens lost, left, or stolen?
7. Shes the fastest train on the line. YOUR MOM!
8. Everyroommate homeonatuesday morning, makes mehappy
9. I miss wagonwheel. what about...you?
10. Genres of Asian religious writing in. . . . .23 minutes, i wish i was the moon tonight, now. sleepy moon
11. Elliot feels 100%