Tuesday, July 25, 2006
i'm living the good life, i must say.
i owe nothing to no one. i answer to myself alone. if i want to sleep until 5 p.m. i can, and often do. i waste my dwindling savings on some sort of delicious take-out everyday. i may venture to a comedy venue, where i can make friends or choose to remain a silent mystery (depends on the day). i may watch some juicy reality tv or peruse the varied offerings of the internet. my boy might come over for a visit, and i might fall asleep at 4.
it's all about to end. my days of freedom are numbered- 19 actual days, but those days each have their own obligation. i must once again join you all in the world of responsibility and purpose. hope i can do it.
p.s. while scanning the aforementioned internet offerings, i came across a blog that read, "Two weeks on the island and tourists enjoy the delusion of belonging. They become prey for male mid-age ex-trendies with tans and pony tails. Hustlers and marks sit in conference in bars and restaurants. On sale is the dream of owning some easy business, life without stress, a yearly holiday of 365 days, sun, sand and sex. The scene is familiar: Ibiza, Block Island, Hydra, Mykonos..."
Block Island?! my little block island? i should really check that out one of these years.
i owe nothing to no one. i answer to myself alone. if i want to sleep until 5 p.m. i can, and often do. i waste my dwindling savings on some sort of delicious take-out everyday. i may venture to a comedy venue, where i can make friends or choose to remain a silent mystery (depends on the day). i may watch some juicy reality tv or peruse the varied offerings of the internet. my boy might come over for a visit, and i might fall asleep at 4.
it's all about to end. my days of freedom are numbered- 19 actual days, but those days each have their own obligation. i must once again join you all in the world of responsibility and purpose. hope i can do it.
p.s. while scanning the aforementioned internet offerings, i came across a blog that read, "Two weeks on the island and tourists enjoy the delusion of belonging. They become prey for male mid-age ex-trendies with tans and pony tails. Hustlers and marks sit in conference in bars and restaurants. On sale is the dream of owning some easy business, life without stress, a yearly holiday of 365 days, sun, sand and sex. The scene is familiar: Ibiza, Block Island, Hydra, Mykonos..."
Block Island?! my little block island? i should really check that out one of these years.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
some might say whore, but i'm going to go with ethereal nymph. it just sounds nicer. ;)
i flit into the room under the cover of darkness and the mask of your intoxication. warm skin, light touch, heavy breath. you hold me close and i inhale you in time to the rhthym of your heartbeat. as light breaks through the windows and the birds begin to sing, i make my silent escape, pausing only to embrace the peaceful and untroubled slumber you have found and so desperately need. as i close the door, i realize that i am also closing to the door to this world, perhaps for the last time. i must return to the woods, to run free and far, until the thoughts of you that haunt me draw me toward your flame once more.
i flit into the room under the cover of darkness and the mask of your intoxication. warm skin, light touch, heavy breath. you hold me close and i inhale you in time to the rhthym of your heartbeat. as light breaks through the windows and the birds begin to sing, i make my silent escape, pausing only to embrace the peaceful and untroubled slumber you have found and so desperately need. as i close the door, i realize that i am also closing to the door to this world, perhaps for the last time. i must return to the woods, to run free and far, until the thoughts of you that haunt me draw me toward your flame once more.
Friday, July 21, 2006
it sounds like it's raining right now.
my window is open- it's breezy, sunny, and dry. no rain. how is that possible? maybe i am just rainy. thoughts of doing shitty stand-up got me down. my boy misunderstanding me got me troubled. sleeping 12 hours a day got me depressed. or maybe that one is the other way around. either way, fun times.
i came so close to fulfilling all of my new year's goals. i've gotten into comedy; i've gotten over johnny; and i ALMOST got that mercedes. the lady was just selling it for a little too low of a price, and i got suspicious. i slept on it and realized i had no business buying a mercedes in the first place, so i'll save that goal for never. in the meantime, i need a car. anyone selling a bmw?
my window is open- it's breezy, sunny, and dry. no rain. how is that possible? maybe i am just rainy. thoughts of doing shitty stand-up got me down. my boy misunderstanding me got me troubled. sleeping 12 hours a day got me depressed. or maybe that one is the other way around. either way, fun times.
i came so close to fulfilling all of my new year's goals. i've gotten into comedy; i've gotten over johnny; and i ALMOST got that mercedes. the lady was just selling it for a little too low of a price, and i got suspicious. i slept on it and realized i had no business buying a mercedes in the first place, so i'll save that goal for never. in the meantime, i need a car. anyone selling a bmw?
Friday, July 14, 2006
i've hit a new milemarker and perhaps a new low.
i ordered chinese food by myself for the first time. i just called up, had no problem ordering more than the requisite $10, met the man at the door, and ate slightly more than half. i felt like a loser this whole time though. it's weird- it's not like i was sad or upset or anything. i want to be at home this friday night chilling all by myself. i have been looking forward to it. (people be messin' with my head yo, so i decided to give them a rest.) and i just had a craving for chinese food rather than the philly cheesesteak hot pockets in my freezer. that's the only thing i have to eat in my apt., except for two almost rotten bananas which i'm hanging on to "just in case." i used to use the term hot pockets because it's funny (and see jim gaffigan if you don't know what i'm talking about) without really knowing what they were. then one day they were on sale at giant and i thought, i should really try them if i'm going to write about them so much. i had very low expectations and thus was pleasantly surprised. now i'm hooked. mostly because they're always on sale. not that they are cheap by any means, but i'm a sucker for a sale.
i'll wait an hour before going back for the second half. mmm...dumplings.
i ordered chinese food by myself for the first time. i just called up, had no problem ordering more than the requisite $10, met the man at the door, and ate slightly more than half. i felt like a loser this whole time though. it's weird- it's not like i was sad or upset or anything. i want to be at home this friday night chilling all by myself. i have been looking forward to it. (people be messin' with my head yo, so i decided to give them a rest.) and i just had a craving for chinese food rather than the philly cheesesteak hot pockets in my freezer. that's the only thing i have to eat in my apt., except for two almost rotten bananas which i'm hanging on to "just in case." i used to use the term hot pockets because it's funny (and see jim gaffigan if you don't know what i'm talking about) without really knowing what they were. then one day they were on sale at giant and i thought, i should really try them if i'm going to write about them so much. i had very low expectations and thus was pleasantly surprised. now i'm hooked. mostly because they're always on sale. not that they are cheap by any means, but i'm a sucker for a sale.
i'll wait an hour before going back for the second half. mmm...dumplings.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
ah, fireworks.
contrary to what christian finnegan says, fireworks never disappoint me, and this 4th of july was no exception. Old Mountain Field, baby! it is true about the finale though- you really never know when it's over. you always look around at other people. "was that it? was that- oh! not over." this year they definitely found a few extra that they forgot about when we were almost back to the car.
i never realized how good fat girls have it in ri. we can wear whatever we want and no one but edwin cares. we can have hot boyfriends. there are no vegetables at parties (unless you count onions or veggie burgers). regular coffee at dunkin donuts is 5 creams and 5 sugars. drinking and smoking are a way of life. our accents are so ridiculous it sometimes sounds like another language (i don't know that has to do with fat girls either- just go with it). wow, we sound horrible, but the point is that no one cares. just do whatever you want and be happy about it. invite your friends to the office to share a bottle of capt. morgan after hours. smoke pot on the beach. wear your bathing suit to do your supermarket shopping. it's all good!
see you there?
contrary to what christian finnegan says, fireworks never disappoint me, and this 4th of july was no exception. Old Mountain Field, baby! it is true about the finale though- you really never know when it's over. you always look around at other people. "was that it? was that- oh! not over." this year they definitely found a few extra that they forgot about when we were almost back to the car.
i never realized how good fat girls have it in ri. we can wear whatever we want and no one but edwin cares. we can have hot boyfriends. there are no vegetables at parties (unless you count onions or veggie burgers). regular coffee at dunkin donuts is 5 creams and 5 sugars. drinking and smoking are a way of life. our accents are so ridiculous it sometimes sounds like another language (i don't know that has to do with fat girls either- just go with it). wow, we sound horrible, but the point is that no one cares. just do whatever you want and be happy about it. invite your friends to the office to share a bottle of capt. morgan after hours. smoke pot on the beach. wear your bathing suit to do your supermarket shopping. it's all good!
see you there?
