Tuesday, April 19, 2011

If I'm not dead by tomorrow...

I'll buy the whole world cupcakes and single-handedly fix Japan and shave my head.

But I will be.
So whatever.

Love, taurine, and two more finals to go,

Monday, April 11, 2011

The closer I get to my wit's end...

The more I find myself with two-day old clothes
and serious bed head, holding a pot of macaroni and cheese under my covers,
staring blankly at videos like these:

I gave up on sanity a while ago.
Happy finals. 


P.S. I am living on caffeine and Passion Pit.
P.P.S. In a little more than two weeks, I will be in PARIS. Maybe I won't come back.
P.P.P.S. Just for good measure: "A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner." -Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

Sunday, April 3, 2011


I feel like
all I require to be super-human
is a good dose of sunshine
and some caffeine.

But then I am instantly reminded of my mortality, usually by running into something.

oh well, 

P.S. Look at this dreamy boy I got to like me!
[blurry photo by Brookie  on my Holgie in the front yard]
Perhaps there's another reason I feel capable of super-humanity? 
Just a thought.


I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins

that's all, folks


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