November 2009
2 posts
i do this so rarely.
Alexandra Spignesi’s posting of a picture of herself, peewee, brian mcsweeney, amanda machado, and myself from last october prompted this entry.
there’s no warning. there’s just no warning.
sooner or later, everyone will find that the easy, rather large, clean, well groomed sidewalk upon which they have been padding their way through life will suddenly bleed into a four lane...
October 2009
1 post
September 2009
1 post
I’m just a tired old thing stuck in the repetition of new England retail. My regrets sit in the lines of my face.
July 2009
1 post
Hi ding ding hoo hoo
May 2009
2 posts
19-year old girl decapitated in Hungary, covered... →
kaitie:
The link is to an article written in Hungarian.
But what is says is that this week is that a 22yr. old hungarian man brutally stabbed and then decapitated his 19yr. old girlfriend. He then covered her body with a swastika flag.
This stuff really still happens in the world.
Ugh. Unreal. I’m glad someone else keeps up with the news as opposed to having the opinion that...
Hungarian police may be killing Roma (gypsy)... →
kaitie:
This is an article in english from the New York Times on the increasing attacks on Roma in Hungary.
There is the suggestion that Hungarian police may be carrying out some of the attacks.
April 2009
12 posts
so i’m suddenly re-enjoying one of them lame punk goes - albums (shaddap), feeling pretty jazzed, staying up all night with bribear, and might have an actual, realistic plan of where i’ll be moving in eight months?!
yes, i know, gasp. i’m not going to be doomed to boston for the rest of my days. it just all seems surreal still, and being the king of cynics, i’m...
i feel like the weather today. i’m holding my breath for when i write those words and the weather is bright, clear, warm and sunny. but it just doesn’t seem to be in the cards. at least i’m not naive.
i’ve been bouncing back and forth from suburbia to the city as a means to keep the opportunity to get laundry done for free and eat a decent meal or two, but it’s...
“Someone show me a way to get out of here, Someone give me my shot, or I’ll rot here.”
drama begins to creep in through the floorboards
it begins to bleed out from the walls
i’m going to put a stop to it.
i’ll put on layers of ice.
i’ll make sacrifices.
sometimes i wonder if i’ll ever find the person with an ice pick sharp enough to strip these icy layers from me. it seems less and less likely. but that’s alright. it’s okay. i’ve...
March 2009
10 posts
being hungover, broke, and exhausted while i try to clean the palace of ten piece mcmuffin does not agree with me. give me a fun job, eight hours of sleep, and summer.
Sometimes I feel like I’m one of the only people I know [aside from Mike] who doesn’t have a macbook. Maybe that coincides with the fact that I’m one of the only people I know who is still unemployed. That fact has absolutely worn out its welcome.
Back to sitting on craigslist and applying to anything that fits my skill tree. I can’t wait until life goes back to being...
as jenny lewis once sang, ‘nothing is ever as good as it was.’
ugh.
it’s starting to concern me that when my father sits me down to ask what interests me so he can help me find a job the first response that comes out of my mouth is ‘nothing.’
where’d my motivation run off to?
is it depression, or just a sense of entitlement? i really need to have a personality overhaul somehow or I’m going to find myself in deep water really fast.
every day we decay a little more.
“I hate this damn enlightenment, we were better off as animals. We’re at...”
sometimes, people force incredibly dull and uninspiring conversation with others to lull themselves into a false sense of security that
[they aren’t as alone as they feel]-
see also: 1. [ people actually care about the minute details of their lives]
2. [ friendships can be maintained through the cold glow
of instant messaging windows and facebook wall to walls.]
3. [ they’re...
February 2009
12 posts
“3. 2005/2006 was still one of the best times of my life. matt quinn, driving to...”
– Jocelyn Wood.
“everything is eclipsed by the shape of destiny”
There’s a jar of cookies out of reach on the counter. So what do you do? You take nights alone by yourself, and keep yourself distracted. The internet, gossip articles. Your favorite television show. Then it happens. It bites away at the back of your thoughts until they’re eaten. How do you get those fucking cookies? Then, you’ve had enough. You want a solution of how...
mutterings.
no one wears clothes. they’re wearing costumes for the roles they’re all playing in our lives.
“…all the friends we lose in a life time on our way…”
January 2009
2 posts
“It happens in every relationship. Eventually somebody betrays somebody else....”
– The Women (via overflowing)
December 2008
13 posts
i hate not knowing.
i hate grey areas.
i hate watching what i say.
i hate waiting.
i’m in for a tough life.
reality television for this generation is what wrestling was for the 90s.
cheap, talentless, and scripted.
4 tags
Just the right things to say.
there’s absolutely nothing in this world that’s quite like the feeling of your heart filling up.
see also: pangs of nostalgia, icicles in your chest, butterflies, plucked heart strings.
there’s those who turn a cold shoulder to these masochistic and reflective nights of thinking. some, like myself, live to indulge in the lot of it. we know we shouldn’t, but i push...
