anonymous commenting

is ridiculous. if you're going to criticize me don't hide yourself.

I WANT THIS NOW

http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&_dynSessConf=8053303066977135625&id=830094&parentid=APP_DRESS_GRAPHIC&pushId=APP_DRESS_GRAPHIC&popId=APPAREL&sortProperties=&navCount=2&navAction=jump&fromCategoryPage=true&selectedProductSize=&selectedProductSize1=&color=grm

so uhhh.. can I have?

days of yore

When I think about my current post-grad situation I am filled with bitterness, but then there are moments when I suck it the fuck up and realize that there are people from high school that are worse off than I am. Well, maybe they're not necessarily worse, just far more fucking stupid. And not booksmart-stupid, just absolutely superficial and incredibly lame. As I managed to roll myself onto my side this morning after a night of God only knows what I found myself on this person's facebook profile:



and although the profile is quite fascinating, I'm only going to share with you this person's favorite books:

Men's Health, Fitness Rx, Money, Playboy, and the Guinness book of world records.
Actually, while trying to copy these down I found the personal interests blogworthy as well:


"Philly, Sports, Lifting, UFC, Music, Eating, Sleeping, Friends, traveling, PHILADELPHIA EAGLES, 76ers, makin money, eating extremely healthy, amino acids, SKANKS, beef jerky (yum yum!), eating steak with massive amounts of ketchup, blazin and being philosophical, watching movies, breakfast, fantasy football, nl poker, tan brunettes, protein!!!!, the beach, going for runs, ballin out, WAWA, lunch, Eating, dinner, baller ass cars, studying on aderol... its so much fun, observing people, Benjamins, tattoos, food, the montauk monster."

So disgustingly college and disgustingly Rutgers I suppose I'm glad I never went there.

F#A#

my teeth chatter, crooked and unforgiving
as my bones fold themselves into the most twisted of shapes
and like the oldest tree i stand, weakly,
bending and snapping in the air of the pending autumn.

my body is a maze i remain in, my skin
puckering as it bleeds into falsely white sheets.
i greet myself in the mirror that hangs on a wall
by the buzzing light of the television, unknowingly.

in this life i crave absolution and solace,
my raspy voice prays for it at night and somewhere
in a drawer lay books that remain unread
and a God whose name stains my lips.

here i sit in an unnamed room
surrounded by found objects of little meaning.
i search for a way to get back to my vivid dreams,
to when time and space collided and i understood how.

it's nobody's fault but my own

As quickly as summer brushed itself onto the thirstiest of lips, it has receded like the most bitter tide to ever wash against the shore. I had at one time or another in the past few months found myself on the cusp of major life changes like perpetually turning pages in a book that is longer than Tolstoy's War and Peace. Now I just feel as though I'm stagnant, an stone unturned, collecting my thoughts and feelings like moss atop my cracking skin. Looking in the mirror I can see myself aging. I crave sleep more than anything, and no matter what conversation begins I find myself lapsing back to some pointless thought, my mind meandering about like a stray cat. Months ago I felt as though the world rested upon the tips of my curled toes, now I feel like it's barely within reach. The summer of this or that was not really summer at all. I watch the world around me, the innocence around me, and I have forgotten about the true essence of this time. The spirit of summers past has escaped me and I no longer anticipate it's coming or dread its leaving us. It's just another three months and it will return. A blur encapsulates me. What is with the human preoccupation of getting things accomplished? Tonight while driving home, it is the early evening, the sun is setting much sooner than it would have not too long ago, a flock of birds lifted themselves from the ground and into the tops of trees that line up behind the houses on my street... they are fleeting silhouettes in a melon colored sky. I wonder what I am doing but they're just finding a place to sleep.

on hiatus

until my mind can make sense of things.

as it is writ so it shall be done

I'm stuck in some awful sort of paradox. My lack of thoughts and inability to write is bizarre being that since my last post I've been totally and completely overwhelmed by an overload of emotion and events. My patience and emotional and mental stamina have been tried. It is here that I now stand, still without anything of much substance to say. Where do I go from here?

time to send someone away

After a very long few days I realized it was Sunday, however, I'm postponing my 'Piece of the Week' segment until Tuesday. With work, etc. I haven't had a second to let my mind rest. If anyone has suggestions about a piece or topic they'd like me to talk about send it my way! I think things may work better that way.