Twentysomething

candice: [about Vietnamese people protesting China's Tibet crackdown] So does this mean Vietnamese people don't like China? me: Yeah, cause we were like Tibet like 1000 years ago me: but we fought back and now we can eat fish sauce whenever we want candice: haha candice:

me: at any given point.. let's say post penn you could've done a lot of things so you decide to do one thing and part of you is happy with that but maybe other parts, they're like, 'whoa, what's up with

I’m standing at the bus stop. 7:30 and the pink sun blurs.  I’m standing at the bus stop and a piece of my soul breaks off, blurring into the pink sun.  The piece is gone and gone forever.  What’s for dinner? I’ll come home and

Just woke up. Jonesing a cig. Fuck this place. Candice's right calf is exposed, cream under the white duvet.  I’ve been jonesing since I broke the boycott a week ago. Instead, I reach for the laptop. Aimless web browsing is my new nicotine.

The young have few costs to their opportunities, but each year yield new opportunity costs.

She’s into books. Her fingers fumble over one another and she laughs. “I laugh at everything” she says to me.