interesting

i still have no idea what is going on

yesterday: why do you come here?

today: it's always the same
(thank you ms. etta james)

i am always right

apparently when i was sixteen or seventeen i prophesied that i would end up living "alone with my dogs and my vcr"

turns out it was cats and a laptop (actually, i still own four vcrs...for work...but i digress)

"some girls are better for weirdos than others"

insight like that is what best friends are for

ebb and flow

i always thought this should have been 'our' song but then it wasn't him so of course it wasn't...

and all the roads we have to walk are winding...

i was walking along minding my own business and there he was...

no cavities
no more words
no patience
no more strangers
no contact
no more misunderstandings
no waiting
no more games

less than zero expectations...

gloworm

i went online and i met a boy and after about five days of talking to him i realized that he is a boy i slept with more than two decades ago (he looks different now). it took a bit of time and the safety of darkness for him to recognize me back. our fingers touched when he passed me his smoke, then he offered me a drive to the subway and suggested we should go for coffee again soon. he likes my sweater and he likes my hair and he is the most beautiful boy i have ever seen. we should be having big conversations so small talk is hard. this is a new kind of puzzle, as old as this scene goes.

recalibrating...

run to you

if you love someone, set him free...