March 2010
21 posts
even in the quiet and still
there’s something enviable about the people who can detach and dissassociate themselves from their imprint on this earth as though they were taking a free vacation. i only know one of those kinds of people, and i’m lenient to believe that he has a unique and exclusive understanding of what it means to feel happiness due to his ability to discern from what matters and what doesn’t. what i mean is,...
i am content
not because of this photo or because this photo conveniently replaces the swastika that has been glaring at me for a few days now, but because:
1. i’m buying a car quite soon (gasp) 2. i thought of bob goff 3. i am surrounded by the people who matter most to me (finally) 4. i have clarity 5. & folgers in my cup
have a lovely weekend!
i would
…simultaneously. yikes.
i don't care what alana miles says
i often wonder if insomniacs have trouble sleeping merely because they can’t turn off their brains. and, if that’s true, is this something i may also suffer from? among the thousands of sometimes wonderful, tragic, ugly, perverse, very human thoughts that materialize in my head creeps one that usually finds me most vulnerable just moments before i crawl into bed - alone but with my...
guys
seriously, i’m sorry you have to deal with having hairy, pasty man legz with thighs of which especially scare me. And yet…somewhere deep within, i can’t wait to more than tolerate them in their cutoffs in the summertime.
we are all full of shit
i love you, unconditionally
if the past few months have felt like i’ve been holding my breath, than this week has been the great exhale. i’ve been sleeping with the windows open, wearing t-shirts and neglecting my (mostly) unnecessary to-do lists because i really do feel like god is compelling me to do so. and even when i forget to nurture this strange little relationship the two of us have, there’s a...
so far today, i've thought:
snooze. repeat. snooze. repeat i need longer arms so i can scrub that barren place between my shoulder blades human taxidermy services are real…better include the website in my will you’re white if you add me to bbm one more time, i’m going to slap you across the side of the head with a large fish no clean underwear. commando it is i wish lauryn hill was friendable i wish...
“I think this is the point where the mind has to go on an evolving stage. The...”
– Eugene Hutz
oh hello
get it? do you? do you get it? did you make the connection?
at the lost & found
this morning my pockets were a little heavier with change and - honestly - the sunshine can be blamed for the lust that morphed into desire that led me to a bunch of new art supplies and this book:
“if you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn’t cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the windshield wipers. you...
i have a phone
and it needs your number to feel complete. email me if you want to copulate. andrea.dyer@hotmail.com
we are the lucky ones
i don’t know what it is about the routine changeover of seasons that so moves me to seek. i find myself here, pumping my legs as fast as they’ll go, not so i can be reassured that i’m alive but so that i can feel alive in a time and space where everything else is. and maybe that’s why i always feel so good in the muddy smelling air; because spring might be the only time...
layout hatin'
my blog layout won’t let me caption videos in a normal manner soooo…below this is a video depicting possibly the most bittersweet day of my entire life. above is a video that i preview far too often.
all smiles today
what have i been doing?
answering this question a lot. boredom eating, and sometimes eating even when i’m not bored. i’ve been cleaning and re-cleaning my room. electing photographs and memorabelia to be featured on my wall. i’ve been screening most of my phone calls. i’ve been asking god to put my hands to good use, or sometimes i’ll change it up by asking him to teach me how to sit still....
wishing you a warm friday
hell nah
so far today, i've thought:
my bangs look stupid. shoulda cut my hair short. i don’t even care if i look like a lesbian. chelsea had an accent. my butt looks unreal in these panties. pop punk. shake it. i can’t believe i got bullied by a bunch of geriatrics this morning. does eHarmony seriously work? those commercials are pretty enticing… mom, stop telling me to bring down the fucking towels. i have great...
