today, i am in love with the letter P and things that begin with it: popsicles, plants, pie, pencils, popcorn, painting, pianos, peanut butter, pizza, pop music, petunias, pavement, poetry, plastic & panoramic photographs. even the word perhaps sends chills up my spine. ohhh.

every night before i go to bed and every morning when i wake up, i smile at my african violet that sits content in a terracotta pot beside the futon. sometimes, i run my finger over its fuzzy leaves. once in a while, i even speak to it. “you are so lovely!” i say, giddily. […]

i admit it: i am a gadget junkie. i love tiny electronic toys that fit in my purse, the shinier the better. so, you can imagine how giddy i am because the newest addition to my gadget harem arrived in the mail today: the rio volt 250. after a lot of research, i decided on […]

i really wanted a cigarette last thursday. i have never smoked — and have never wanted — a cigarette in my life, but waiting in the cold and dark on thursday night, i kept thinking how nice it would be to have something to grasp between my twiddling thumbs and bring to my trembling lips. […]

this boy looks like billy on the no-carb diet. he has thick eyebrows and thin lips, but not the same full moon face. his is like billy’s if you tugged on his cheeks and stretched them down. i try to grin, but i’m not sure what comes across my face. i can only hope it […]

sandra cisneros makes me want to write good stories, about days other than today and people other than myself. i want to spin, twist and shuffle letters around until they make sentences that sing. i want to write half as wonderfully as she, like: “In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too […]

Marie-Chantale is a girl after my own heart: paper and pencils and watercolors. she makes such beautiful things and inspires others to do the same. reading her words and seeing her ideas, i really know just how she feels.

boys reading books on subways, with their legs crossed and their eyes narrow, steal little pieces of my heart. i don’t care if it’s a book by burroughs or hornby or grisham; i still want to lean over and kiss them all.

while i really would like to tell you that i have a crush on someone noble or something intellectual, i just seem to gravitate, instead, toward the dorky and silly and just plain childish. like willy wonka. he is charming and witty and, hi, his life is candy. also: great hat. i want to ask […]

i’m on the rebound, since felicity is leaving my life tomorrow. and who do i turn to? the gilmore girls. i swear, it’s a really good show.