January 11, 2005

  • i wrote a Q on my hand today.

    I never thought I would leave narrative for exposition,
    but I chose that pen a long long time ago.

    I wish men didn't struggle with lust.

    Lemon tea tastes better with honey than sugar.

    I wonder how many popstars resent the public.

    Judith Jamison.

    The VP of the Muslim Student Association at OSU asked me to be part of their fundraiser for the tsumani victims. We are translating english into arabic for students for donations.

    sometimes i seal letters with a chess piece.

    Thank G*d I am not in charge of the world.

January 8, 2005

January 1, 2005

  • i need people.

    as much as i try to convince myself its a plus and not a neccessity:

    i turn psycho without you guys.

    i need to grieve. but i'm stuck.

    --Mikhail Baryshnikov was on CNN tonight and said, "true tollerance is manifested by art."
    what do you think about that?

    (he's the god of ballet if you're not familiar with him)

    currently reading: code pink: women for peace

December 30, 2004

  • "what moves those of genius, what inspires their work,
    is not new ideas,but their obession with the idea that
    what has already been said is still not enough."

    - Eugene Delacroix

December 8, 2004

  • brokenbroken

    "The trick to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss."

December 6, 2004

December 4, 2004

December 2, 2004

  • photoperiodism

    in my heart.

    tired of analyzing
    tired of excuses
    tired of being the stuntman

    tired of conditional love

    i'm done
    somehow

    something needs to change
    to be very different

    my leaves are changing color
    in winter

    nothing will be "good enough"

    I'm casting off.
    the ambiguity of these sails
    is not worth staying on the shore.

    i'm tired.

    love.
    why am I so bad at it?

    humanity has taken a serious blow in my heart.

    autumn has been late.
    photoperiodism:
    death can be beautiful.

    lifelifelife

    nomorewords

November 29, 2004

  • I can only laugh at myself... through these tears on my cheeks.
    I am watching a rendition of "A Christmas Carol" on television...
    it's cheesey, like all the others... but I'm crying.
    it's such a sad story!
    that poor hard-hearted man!
    it's honestly heartbreaking to me.
    goodness, how funny am I?
    I know, I know... but you know what?

    I'm glad it breaks my heart.

November 26, 2004

  • (this is from London this summer)

    why are the best things I write always on napkins?