dinosaurs and roti

and lemon snowman cookies...
i come home from museum adventures, exhausted, and sleep my life away
it seemed official, but now i'm not so sure
since he became single, it appears he is no longer interested
p.s. the dead sea scrolls are far more exciting to talk/read/conjecture about than they are to look at

drunken snowy night on/in koreatown (tamarind)

"is there an engineer in the house?"

sadly, the rule does not apply here

ignore (mostly) his messages (punk rock boys are not supposed to fall in love), spin to bed, wake up early for a date with art and the old man (and his daughter)

bah humbug (out of ginger)

how is it okay to not talk to someone for five months and then just show up and say merry christmas and think that everything is fine? sigh.

how is it that there is either a plethora of options or none? my poor little head spins.

i will go bake cookies now.

it's not for me

sometimes it's nice to not feel so old

lost inside

last night i was walking just off a main intersection downtown
i saw a guy i know
standing
on the corner
he looked at me and i said hello
i thought it was funny that he didn't hear me
so sure i was that he had seen me

tonight i realized that he had been working
as in,
the streets
life is fucked up

it gets hard to remember what i have already said

turn it up loud
the recording's not so good
but i choose this version because sometimes watching is the way to the real
it's in his stance
and maybe in his coat
he was taller than i imagined

the best imaginary romance i ever had

iron deficient
slept all day, well into the evening