Ok, I've finally done it...

I've invested in good cookware. Another sign of maturity.

There's something inexplicably sexy about the weight of a quality, non-stick skillet and the sharp decisiveness of a German blade. Gah.

Really, I am too excited for my own good!!! :)

procrastination nation

This assignment is hanging over my head. I'm a prisoner of my perfectionist tendencies, so much so that I'm frozen and unable to just dive in.

I used to want to be a writer-with-a-capital-w but it's too scary living in my head sometimes.

Just do it!

Everything Good Between Men And Women

has been written in mud and butter
and barbecue sauce. The walls and
the floors used to be gorgeous.
The socks off-white and a near match.
The quince with fire blight
but we get two pints of jelly
in the end. Long walks strengthen
the back. You with a fever blister
and myself with a sty. Eyes
have we and we are forever prey
to each other’s teeth. The torrents
go over us. Thunder has not harmed
anyone we know. The river coursing
through us is dirty and deep. The left
hand protects the rhythm. Watch
your head. No fires should be
unattended. Especially when wind. Each
receives a free swiss army knife.
The first few tongues are clearly
preparatory. The impression
made by yours I carry to my grave. It is
just so sad so creepy so beautiful.
Bless it. We have so little time
to learn, so much... The river
courses dirty and deep. Cover the lettuce.
Call it a night. O soul. Flow on. Instead.

-C.D. Wright

bruises and weather

Omg my skin is covered with sunbursts of mottled purple. I look like some sort of Ebola victim. Interestingly, the bruising is confined to my left side, since I'm being thrown exclusively by right-handers.

It's ridiculous-hot today.

We interrupt this broadcast to bring this very important news bulletin...

Apparently, there is another Transformers movie coming out soon. They are milking every last drop out of this franchise.

This makes me ridiculously angry!

Also, how does Shia LaBeouf keep getting work?! Argh.

The other banality would be: I wanted to do something real American, about what it's like to live in America around the millennium.

"There's something particularly sad about it, something that doesn't have very much to do with physical circumstances, or the economy, or any of the stuff that gets talked about in the news. It's more like a stomach-level sadness. I see it in myself and my friends in different ways. It manifests itself as a kind of lostness. Whether it's unique to our generation I really don't know."

-David Foster Wallace