Tuesday, February 9, 2010

over

him, them, all of it

stay up all night so i don't miss my morning train to happy

Monday, February 8, 2010

shoot

a strange quasi-revisiting of my youth
it's true you can never quite go back
paid in donuts and pretzels
trust me to find the cute anti-social lighting tech on set within the first half hour
(one must keep oneself entertained somehow on a long boring day like this)
watch my heroes work
(blurry, i forgot my glasses)
run out into reality
late, detoured, later still, detoured again
found a friend
found a cab
caught a train
waiting in the coffee shop in between
love fool on the radio
a reminder, a hello, a farewell
messages conveyed from the beyond
today i visited my future and my past, all at once and not at all
home to pack for the next train adventure
and finally,
sleepy

Sunday, February 7, 2010

damaged goods

you wait and wait and wait for something but then it happens and it's not like you thought it was going to be and then you're left with what (?)

i wish i'd had the foresight to pick up red wine and ice cream this afternoon.
i wish only happiness for the people i love, even though so many of them have broken my heart.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

no boys allowed

two hours of sleep
left my wallet at home
went the wrong way on the subway (fine, if it's new york, but here?!?!)
weird man sitting too close beside me, turning and staring at the side of my face and snapping his fingers like gunshots...

now it is done
i used up all my time but it's okay i just bought more

i got to work and there were cookies
me, on the lucky receiving end of a failed attempt at bribery, made by a drunken student

my young friend says there is too much angst here so from now on this blog is only about pizza and bunnies and happy sleeping all day in the spring with windows wide open and sunshine and birds a-chirping.

tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life

Friday, February 5, 2010

breakfast

perfect men are always one of three things - gay, taken, or not-actually-perfect

dzama and morning pastries, just like old times

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

1920 plus 1980

equals i have a crush on my hairdresser

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

bored

i have wicked cramps
and jealousy pain
and bigger fish to fry
than this