January 2011
55 posts
everything/alright
you know by now, don’t you?
all the walks alone, all the tears all the heaving and sighing and freaking and picking and nagging and plucking and staring and purging and stopping. all of the bass lines and all of the drops and the 51/51 and the hands in the air and the cab rides home where we blather on and on and on.
all of it when you got to this moment, you must have known you’d...
December 2010
53 posts
It's true
For the rest of your immediate future you’ll assosciate tiny little Asian citrus fruits with being alone, on your own. It’ll make you smile when you pack them in their lunches.
cracked rear view
2010 you were a cracked iphone screen, an indulgent luxury that didn’t change anything except made me more careful about where I put my fingers.
dear lcd soundsystem
did you once ever think that when someone typed in google search “drunk girls” you’d be the only thing on the first page? on the internet, in 2010?
I bet you did and I bet you didn’t. and that’s why I love you.
wicked witch
2010 you were a bowl full of jello eaten after dinner. like high school. but better.
If I live to be a million
I will still never get over that onion and walnut bread. Need more!
I should get dressed
But this Onion and Walnut toast with butter and perfect Americano (early xmas present) are keeping me down, man.
when I miss the USA
when I say to the dr. “Im feeling depressed. Not myself.”
and he says “Fill out this questionaire” and I do.
And he says, “You aren’t depressed. You’re anxious.”
and I say, “Ok.”
and he says, “You need to spend more time doing things you like.”
and E fights back tears. “I’m doing everything the same as I...
HEY, STOP IT: GODDAMN, ASTROBARRY! Part VIII →
youdonthavethis:
LEO (July 23-August 22): Use your last two weeks of the year, Leo, to shake off the peculiarly aimless and indistinct quality that’s characterized much of your ‘10. It’s not that your year has been especially counterproductive to your desired purposes (at least I hope not), but more that your…
thanks for this link. went and read. the most important line of mine:
The...
kinda cool →
eat!
oh wow, dinner have been so great these days. time spend pouring over cooking magazines and books has really made the act of sitting down to a meal pretty special. last night was some chicken and veg in a Mediterranean sauce. We screwed up the Israeli couscous but learned something valuable. We are not fans of Israeli couscous.
uh oh
2010 you look older when you wake up hungover. significantly older.
Love him
Feel foolish. Silly. Toast him at parties hosted by his friends. Drink in the warm air that surrounds him. Like no other, right now he loves you. Perfect.
And here we are
2010 you were a turkey dinner with all the trimmings. A full plate, a guilty conscience and quiet behind blue eyes. No one knows what it’s like…..
the difference
me: oh god how am I going to explain this to the dry cleaner?
him: why do you need to explain things to the dry cleaner?
how many?
how many times have you sat there, lump in your throat, as you pushed food around on your plate. one time someone told you “that ruined dinner, that’s us.” and you haven’t forgotten since. so when you’re both sitting there, tears and sickness equal between you, remember that.
2010 you were not a table of ruined dinners. you were the little voice inside that said...
why is jennifer anniston
wrapped in bed sheets
selling me water
at quarter to 8 in the am
I was on your side man.
because, what's the different
dark wet cold lets see anything else to make this less comfortable? the bed sheets too itchy? your brain still not working?
the coffee isn’t even bitter.
beats on repeat
2010 you cried at work. don’t cry at work!
coffee on my robe
every single morning I spill coffee on my robe.
give yourself a sickness
“You will be pulled between two poles, one of obligation and responsibility, the other of pleasure and escape, and the stress of these opposing forces will threaten to split you in two.”
home manicure
2010 you were a weekend ritual. semi self indulgent but really for the greater good of everyone involved.
As it were
2010 you were a bed full of sand, but instead of being annoyed I was happy and thankful that my legs worked and my spirits were high enough to go to the beach.
alright/ok
2010 you were a casual friday and denim too tight for work. but I wore you anyways and for just a minute I looked good. really really good.
all the same
floatingheat:
itstimetogethelp:
I think I decided in the shower this morning that past present and future are all the same. Its not measured on a linear scale, but maybe a spherical one.
anyways, this coffee is really strong and Im naked at a time I really should be clothed.
I’m glad to hear you say this. (un)surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to make for good pub conversation. I’ll keep...
all the same
I think I decided in the shower this morning that past present and future are all the same. Its not measured on a linear scale, but maybe a spherical one.
anyways, this coffee is really strong and Im naked at a time I really should be clothed.
two things
I will not cry when you get home from work. I will be a human and realize that nothing is perfect. I will see my doctor and I will ask for meds. I will not make you crazy with my problems, I will keep you pretty and safe. I love you.
I will not cry when you get home from work.
white whine
2010 you were a living, breathing, sad white whine in the natural grocery store when you realized they did not have your chia cereal in stock and promptly shut down emotionally.
I am not
2010 you were exhausted, tired and poorly nourished and spent a week in the hospital. you also have been nursing your hemorrhoid ever since.
stand up!
2010 you were like a flex day - I got paid and got to hang out with my friends.
tumblrs back!
sir charles
got a homegrown hair cut on his legs courtesy of thursday night. the dog day care people (who said they missed him!) was all “are you getting any grooming done for the holidays?”
are you trying to tell me something?
so I was up sold and booked an appointment. fear not.
omg
2010 you were the party I hated going home from, the hangover I didn’t mind to have