January 2011
11 posts
aristocracy.
i don’t know what i’m doing.
i’m frustrated and cold, but my skin is constantly consistently hot to the touch.
i don’t know what i’m doing.
i’m in love with ccm, vehemently, but the politics.
i’m not a politician.
i’m a faux-ginger and a poor one at that.
this haiku brought to you by matsuo basho.
Poverty’s child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
“That’s what authenticity is all about; being you, and being cool with...”
– neil pasricha, writer of http://1000awesomethings.com/.
you try to move your feet.
being responsible is weird.
it doesn’t quite fit me yet. i feel like i need to take it to the tailor. maybe have it taken up in the hem. or i can grow into it. maybe an inch or two here or there.
who knows?
a life-style change could be just like altering a dress.
3 tags
who actually reviewed their promissory note?
it’s almost one am in cincinnati ohio.
since being here, i’ve learned several things: -never use a hand towel to dry off after a shower. -review all checking back in to dorms material, before checking back in. -it’s rude to assume someone is homeless. -things are only as awkward as you make them. -always, always depend on the kindness of strangers…and near...