Sunday, November 22, 2009


Sunday mornings, sweats in bed, stories missing. Bundled dreams, these lofty ideas, kept away. Will we ever make it out of this town.

Alicia Keys, Empire State of Mind solo.

Edit. 10:50 p.m. Monday.

You know what's always been a little weird to me. To meet someone, have a random conversation that leaves you thinking about them for days after, in the kind of way where you can't even remember what was said, but rather how you felt, that giddy school girl thing that some men can affect, and then you never see them again. And time passes and most of the time you'll forget that random moment with that random person (Cause I know very well this has happened before with men I wouldn't recognize if I passed them on the street).

I've decided to stop being a stalker because well, that shit won't get me anywhere. So, anyway, I'll get over it (begrudgingly....).

But really.

All I can say is. What the hell.

Tricks are NOT for the holidays.


There's just something incredibly attractive about a man who looks you directly in the eye.

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