January 2012
8 posts
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
1 post
passengers. daly city train. 052611. pm.
the burnout with the duct taped headphones glancing around to make sure everybody is aware of his exaggerated head bobbing. the old lady in a ratty fur hat eating a baguette while reading a children’s guide to quilting. the fat girl in the pink and gray horizontal stripes laughing louder than her skinny friends that wear only black. the weird girl with the droopy mouth and the tote full...
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
2 posts
weed sucks. all I did was organize my sock drawer for like an hour and then somehow manage to eat halfway through a family sized bag of peanut butter m&ms using only one chopstick.
December 2010
3 posts
a nice gesture, ruined.
me: i like my bracelets, thank you very much.
he: i'm glad you like them. i thought of you when i saw them.
me: you thought of me when you saw handmade peruvian baubles?
he: you know what i meant.
me: what, that you associate me with a politically corrupt, economically unstable south american country? did you buy these from poor children on the street? are these made with fair trade materials? what the hell did you pay for these things anyway? they better have been cheap.
he: ....... (is probably never going to give me a present ever again)
March 2010
2 posts
February 2010
7 posts
new hobby idea : cocaine →
it’s really too bad cocaine isn’t cool anymore because the accessories are definitely on the come up.
January 2010
3 posts
December 2009
6 posts
“as if it weren’t bad enough to sell your waking life for minimum wage, now...”
food hangovers are a real thing.
i woke up this morning with jasmine rice stuck in my hair and the crusty remnants of masala sauce all over my face, my couch and my doorknob like blood spatters at a crime scene.
what.
the.
fuck.
?
it all starts coming back to me, fuzzy memories are forming of me walking stumbling into some indian food joint in the mission and mumbling something about something something, “feed me you...
November 2009
1 post
the deck is stacked in your favor.
don’t you dare leave with your cards still laying face down on the table. i see you looking around at the hands of your competitors with that nervous set to your mouth. knock that shit off, they don’t matter right now. this is the best hand you’ll ever be dealt and you’re scared that you won’t play it right? this isn’t an experience. you’re not being...
October 2009
6 posts
September 2009
30 posts
