i bummed my first cigarette last night, but i didn’t smoke it. i got it for joel, who was too shy to ask his fellow addicts, standing in the cloud of nicotine outside. “it’ll make a good story for your website,” he said. so, there you go. wasn’t that good? * we need to stop […]

the heat is melting my energy away. i can’t stand to do anything for more than 5 minutes before my brow begins to drip with sweat, short-circuiting my brain. i need an electric fan. i fell asleep after writing that paragraph. it’s now almost 8pm, and i’m drinking my first cup of coffee of the […]

outside it’s boiling, inside it’s freezing. i can’t sit still, but i can’t leave. this is no way to spend a friday afternoon. i close my eyes and pretend i’m on summer vacation. i want to hang out in the swimming pool, ride my 10-speed up and down the street and eat otter pops until […]

i am on a karaoke high, music ringing in my ears & sake sinking into my veins. i wore the tiara and the wings and the glitter and floated through the crowd and onto the stage and i sang. i sang. i don’t even know where i learned that song, but each note rolled off […]

we all need someone to tell us we’re perfect, once in a while. even if — no, especially since — we’re not. because it doesn’t mean we never make mistakes or don’t do stupid things. it doesn’t mean we don’t trip and fall and stumble constantly. it doesn’t mean we are not complete and utter […]

sitting there in the bar, i knew exactly what he meant. about feeling small. about feeling like a speck of dust in a pile of boulders. compared to their stories, my childhood was candy coated and rainbow colored. listening to them talk about what they went through, about what kids are going through right now, […]

a year ago, i was plotting my escape. my head filled with dreams, my pants filled with ants, i was so desperate to get out. i wanted to go there at once. today, i find myself buying bookshelves and shoe racks and welcome mats. i am tearing out ideas from martha stewart and pad, and […]

there is a piece of me that feels 15 and wants to do 15-year-old things, like going to the mall and blowing my money on lip gloss and tank tops and records, going to pool parties and amusement parks and the beach, and following a boy to work to drop off love notes. i want […]

hint: sometimes i just stick things in places, hoping you’ll trip over them. i’ve been known to slip funny notes in your shoes or little surprises at the bottom of your bag. i try to add paintings or phrases to the margins or archive page of this site, so that next time you reload you […]

today started the way all sundays should, with coffee and the paper and a phone call with a faraway friend. it was followed with a thick slice of banana french toast and pile of apple-smoked bacon, saturated photographs and a bubble wrap airplane and, naturally, a good dose of girltalk. just as i was lamenting […]