New York
When you were young
For most of the night, we and a couple of other girls had a booth on the top floor, with a view of the dance floor below. Had some skunk Miller Lites and Jess shared her candy.
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Twentysomething
Oh my sangria!
Sangria is a great fuckerrific good good thing. Well, I've been meaning to make some, but I'd rather just drink it. One of my local writing places serves a pretty good batch... but I think I'll start concocting my own. I'm just
Twentysomething
Madly gladly willingly
The restless souls of my life have more in common with me than they are different from me. They grow in straight lines, evenly spaced, like rows of trees ready to be picked clean of their fruit.
Twentysomething
I'm glad I'm a guy
Just had the shittiest day at work, where the realization of "oh shit, I'm 26 and stuck in a job I hate for the next 6 months" comes crashing against the realization of "oh shit, I'm 26 and in debt and with no
New York
From the bridge
Oh Brooklyn bright Brooklyn! Caressed by harbors and glimmering waves You sing softly like a bird uncaged Moon ballooning high, clouds crowding low Sweeping steeples and weeping windows You yawn and stretch the indigo night While lovers love 'tween those twinkling lights Yahooooooo - I'm howling to
Twentysomething
So you're going to a Gay Fix camp! Wackiness ensues!
Apparently, this blog has poked and squirmed its way through the Internet enough so that the national press have gotten wind of the ridiculousness of it all. Scandal! Wedge issue! Hot hot stuff! The New York Times did a story of it recently. Basically, a 16 year old boy with
New York
So what do you write about
So I talked to this girl randomly the other day and she was a whale. Figuratively, not literally. I can be mean about it because 1) I won't ever see her again and 2a) I don't care for her opinions that much. 2b) That's
New York
Put in bits and pieces
Spent the better part of Friday night at Pier 45, head rested on my helmet on the manicured lawn, staring at the dusk turned to night, as the moon punctured the sky
New York
To and fro and whereever the roads are paved.. and the speed limit is under 40 mph
For the time being, exploration begets new possibilities - tremendous opportunities to get lost, to stop and imprison the moments in my viewfinder, to escape into the oblivion of motion-speed.
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the lightness of things
What if our lives are lived only once? What happens if we never return to the moment of first discoveries – will our actions have meaning if it falls to the slumber or forgetting?
New York
4th
God, do all actors complain about their profession? I thought writers were bad, but most writers are introverted; actors, however, like to share their pain, their angst, their sacrifice
Twentysomething
That Pree
Pree emailed from South America today. That bitch. He's taking off before heading back to Columbia B in the fall. His plans in place, he's free to go buckwild and implode in ecstatic carefree-ness this month. His hitchiking stories sounds absurdly inspiring and all the other