some people, unfortunately, missed the whole point. i know that imitation is a form of flattery, and i know a girl using my words as her own is probably her way of saying she knows exactly how i feel and couldn’t have said it better herself, but when i see my words on somebody else’s […]

three years ago today i launched my first website, a string of purple pages and sloppy code. a handful of people read it and only a few of those people really knew me. i didn’t know i would last this long. i didn’t really stop to think about it at all. i read the stuff […]

this morning, i got up before the sun. i remembered all these things i’d meant to do last night before watching bits and pieces of chungking express and falling asleep with the telephone beside me. Responsible Things, like paying bills and getting my oil changed and putting the dishes away. things i couldn’t ignore, not […]

last night, strawberry pocky and e-mail in bed. it was so quiet, and i’d forgotten how much i enjoy that. quiet and stillness. being alone. i dreamt that rima moved all of the house plants. i was about to get angry until i noticed that they were thriving in the corner of the house. i […]

if i were a boy, i’d go to the short stop on saturday nights because the ratio of the sexes works in your favor. when the lights go down and the volume goes up, the coats come off and all you see is shoulders and napes and thighs gleaming in the light. hair shakes like […]

i am tired, but i want to tell you about today: scarlet shaded bridesmaid gowns, zippers that won’t slide up, a rainbow of flip-flops, pricetags that make us laugh, photographs of hands and purple walls, deep bowls of soup and refills of coffee, giggles and whispers, raising voices and wiping tears. tonia can always make […]

sometimes, and i have to be honest with you, i ask myself: “did i really write that?” i don’t know whether i should be embarrassed or disgusted or glad or proud. i am just struck by disbelief that those words landed on the page at all.

girl, it’s not about leading a life of adventure or spilling magical tales. it’s not about impressing them with big words or fancy tricks. it’s not about trying too hard to be whatever it is you think they want you to be. they might say it is, but don’t listen to them. they are just […]

i am taking guitar lessons, and i feel like i am 7 all over again, playing two-line tunes that make chopsticks sound like a symphony. i read the notes on the page and i know how they should sound, but my fingers stumble and find the wrong string, instead. my hands are not used to […]

wandering through the aisles of blown colored glass and faded wood stains and fabrics that hadn’t seen the light of day, i spotted the dusty typewriter in the corner. i had to have it. “thirty five dollars,” the man said. i was armed with cash and ready to whip it out, but my dad whispered […]