February 2010
20 posts
Girlfriend: What're you downloading?
Me: A bunch of stuff, mostly Taylor Swift
Girlfriend: If there's anything I want you to be kidding about, it's that
January 2010
24 posts
If he had a taste for sweet tea he’d live in Atlanta. If he had money and style he’d live in New York. If he had a dream he’d live in Los Angeles. If he had a pair of sea legs he’d live in Miami. If he were bilingual he’d live in Montreal. If love and crime were cohesive adjectives in his dictionary he’d live in Philadelphia. If sports were his thing, Pittsburgh...
We drove along I-16, the darkness so blinding and silence so deafening that as I peered out the foggy window I couldn’t help but think that if someone were killed and discarded behind the trees of I-16 they wouldn’t be found. I went on to consider how I would go about hiding someone if I’d killed them, and where I would go next, if I’d tell anyone and if I’d get...
The ringing crawled underneath my forehead and temple as if the alcohol from the night prior was warning me it wasn’t ready to wake up either. My roommate was in the shower where the water poured hard against the cold bathroom tile. I rolled around in my sheets. It seemed like I was shifting around just as fast as the drops smacked against the ground. I circled in my bed until the shower...
After the jokes subsided and my jabbering about dinner parties with lions ceased I interjected harshly “No, I think that’s really what I want to do with my life.” Thus I will start my research on how to become a zookeeper and correlate such research with the remainder of my collegiate plans.
My moods switch hard and fast like leads in a horse race and she’s left furlongs behind without knowing how and why the conversation turned hard and fast for the worst. Suddenly the silence is too harsh and after a long pause, maybe broken by a few “hello’s” or “um’s,” she says my name often accompanied by please, so soft and endearing and I think...
onlinejournals:
“How long do you think you could go without saying anything outloud?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Not very long. Not very long at all. I could go for a long time without talking to anyone specifically, but I always talk to myself,” I said.
My friend Trey and I like to recite rap songs in a calm voice, basically the voice one would use to “recite” anything. Then we rework the lyrics, mold them to a calmer and more grammatically appealing sentence. It’s hard to explain, but for example take Drake’s line “She insists she’s got more class, we know.” We’d say something along the lines of...
Some sort of late tribute to the New Year. I’ve taken one line from everything I’ve ever posted on tumblr, which just happens to be one year ago. It ranges from some of my favorite lines ever written, to silly lines that just contradict the one before it. I like the way that there is no pattern.
Presenting: a bunch of lines.
It’s the first one, perhaps of many, so I will let the...
He laced up his shoes a different way every day. His hair threaded through his comb in a different pattern every day, like sand on the beach settles and washes away. He re-arranged his apartment every day before going to work, where he’d re-arrange his cubicle. He’d go home from work, taking a different route home each occasion. Once home, he’d eat something new in his newly...
He read books for pleasure. Read them for leisure and to avoid any conflicting type of pressure. It wasn’t as if he kept to himself, really. More so, he kept to his books, his printed sanctuary. Kept his nose swimming deep towards the seam for treasure, of which he’d find for sure like fish find lure. He found his high school boring, the jocks with rings and their groupies so adoring....
I have this mindset I can’t shake that tells me I need to be independent. It tells me that life lacks meaning and to go out and search for that aforementioned yet absent meaning. It tells me that when it comes down to it, very few people are concerned with how my life carries out, and those that do will die as I will someday. Thus, given that there will eventually be no remembrance of my...
Lose some to win some.
exaggerating
The sportscaster on ESPN claimed that if the young man at the line hit the free-throw it would be “monumental” and I couldn’t help thinking that one free-throw would not stand for something exceptionally momentous. Just as the single game would mean little next season and the season after, yet a “crucial” component of this one. The losing team would focus on winning...
morbid typo
Girlfriend: I’m so sleepy Me: Me too, I don’t know how I haven’t passed away
“I just go to people’s houses and I just expect to be getting money”
– My friend’s 6 year old sister as she counts the money in her pink wallet.
Cue-pon or coo-pon? Though I doubt this pronunciation has anything to do with where you’re from or the accent to match. I’m just curious because cue-pon is clearly not the correct way to say coupon, phonetically anyway, yet it’s a widespread mistake.
she mixed us drinks, to drink
The social butterfly. You’d flutter around and the bottles and taps would be the flowers you frequent. The brighter your wings the sweeter the nectar, the tips would pile up like sugar on the petals. Show your most colorful side for an excess of greenery. Behind the bar is where you leave the chrysalis and prove yourself. You’re a bartender because you’re good with people and...
Vacancy (click) →
Childish intrigue, making jungle gyms out of the infrastructure of cities and towns. Exploring areas that you shouldn’t explore, simply to spite authority and seek what they’d hidden. They’d tell you not to go in there, so you would. Not to climb that, so you’d turn into spiderman. There’s a mystique surrounding those places that you’re told not to go, and those...
birthdays
Girlfriend: I'm about to be older than you
Me: You're older than me every day
Reincarnated through a quick glance. Adrenaline rush when I glanced up into the stands to see you sitting there, straight up with your arms crossed laying on your stomach like logs on a fire. I knew it wasn’t you, but I doubted myself and looked again just in case it was. Body language and attire was similar, less so as I looked harder. My fixated eyelids relaxed, as if to sigh and apologize...
And maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to see...
the airy dream
It was a few stories high, the building windows surrounded the atrium in the center. As in, the building was a square and hollowed out in the middle where we were. The floor came out halfway across the second story, stopping in the middle to look down onto the first floor like a balcony. The balcony was rounded at the edges and took on the curvature of a seashell, the only thing stopping you from...
We were watching the Simpsons, Marge got a tandem bicycle but had no one to ride it with. My friend went on to tell me about these two kids at Syracuse living in an apartment near to him. They aren’t gay, in the sexual sense anyway, yet they share a tandem bicycle when riding onto campus. For some reason I imagined two college students that resemble Ringo and the Beatles riding gayly in the...
