December 2010
16 posts
So my girlfriend was up all night because she is five. We opened chirstmas presents YESTERDAY but last night she was just too excited for the festivities later today to sleep. I have to say I’m slightly amused, she’s adorable (and, in reality, 23 not 5…).
Bridgette’s parents were extremely generous to me (it’s my first christmas with the Holmes family). They got more...
I wanted to say these generic, lovey-dovey bullshit things to her, to that woman standing there with that haunting presence; I remembered our mutual place in the silence and I went there for answers instead. Maybe I’ll tap into my life source again and have the energy to express everything to her. Maybe she’ll understand everything just by looking at me, just by my gestures and my...
Its SNOWING!!!
Cute things my girlfried has said today:
“its snowing like a MOTHERFUCKER OUT THERE! lets look out the window!”
“I prefer vodka to coffee in the morning”
… Bridgette started writing this about me. My account was up on her computer, I think she was going to post this on her tumblr. Oh well, I think it’s adorable :-*
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Dear Universe,
I was thinking about my existence today, as usual, and I came to some kind of conclusion. At first I was just thinking about friendships and how I was never really that good at initiating them but when they happened, I was consumed almost instantly by how powerful they were. Then I thought about how I wrote letters for YEARS to some girl I can’t even remember having a whole conversation with...
Dear Richid,
Everything is falling into place like I wanted it to, like I dreamed about around the time I met you: A studio apartment in a city like Portland, my cat with me, a girlfriend… and I still want to write. That’s all I ever wanted when I met you. We took pictures, we wrote stories, we built secret places and recorded your singing.. and that stuff still haunts me sometimes. But it’s...
Dear Universe,
explain to me how it is that i can live for so long in the world and never EVER find myself where I want to be? I want to live in Portland, I’m in Augusta. I want to work at Starbucks, I work at Tim Hortons. I want to write all of the time, I never end up writing. I want to go to gay clubs, I’m too young. I want to go on a road trip, I never have the money/the time.
This time...
Tell me if you would fuck me, marry me, or kill me in my ask box.
Dear Universe,
Everyday is a time-line, infinite-ending when the sheets comfort me and I’m sleeping, dreaming… broken nights of the dog’s shifting kennel, he keeps me restless and sometimes I resent him for making me conscious in the endlessness.
I had a plastic tub full of books from famous authors I’d heard about in passing, thought I might get something from but I left it someplace in...