Babies need to be touched kindly all the time, the more you touch a baby the better it turns out, this says a lot about humans I think~@@~~~@~@~@~~@~~~@`

It's a relief, isn't it, relatively speaking

things that happened today

-One of my closest childhood friends was bitten by a shark CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT and my mother used it as an excuse when she was an hour late for her plans

-I realized the benefits of having a microwave on my bedside table

-I explored the universe of potato chips dipped in nutella

I'm afraid that when I'm middle aged I might be hard and brown and wrinkled like a nut.

Something about my guts lately has made interacting with people a lot more fun and easy than it usually is.

SIX WORD SHORT STORIES FROM TONIGHT

-But it walked on my pillow!

-The baby's complexion was beginner's luck.

-Daylight Savings Time Sun Kil Moon

-Vaguely he wandered through the fog.

-Turbans cause communication errors in telekinesis

-Verify this specimen for me, please.

-After grave miscommunication, bodies were lost.

-That's redundant, isn't it, you face-head?

-Giant anteaters look better when backward

-Fake fur/pleather people play dead

-he had fire crotch; I left.

-In Bangkok you kill to win.

MAKE YOUR OWN MAKE YOUR OWN

ALSO. There is currently an article running on the New York Times website headlined: "US Navy Mans Two Nuclear Subs With Women." Within it, the caption of a photograph of a woman submarine captain: "Female sub force sallies forth." I REALLY REALLY WANT TO GET INVOLVED WITH either respectable journalism (FUCK YEAH) or creative captioning.

I feel good in the midst of widespread crisis. I am not sure what to do with this blog.

stug sgub sttub

Tonight I am grieving for [lack of] everyone and I think this is warranted.  Can you please get a little bit closer. I want you all and we need each other. 

I don't know if I should keep having this blog or not. I already think probably not. 

The French exchange student thinks I am naive. She is always trying to explain to me how in France they eat croissants for breakfast and things like that. 

If things are even sadder than I think they are then I might die. 

no one knows my blog exists

My cousin ran away from home two days ago. I am angry that she doesn't trust me enough to contact me. Also I am angry because she borrowed two crucial wardrobe components of mine before skipping town and now I have to decide whether or not to ask my grandmother the sensitive question about rifling through the stuff she left behind. Suck it, Sarah. I miss you TREMENDOUSLY already. Come back and I will buy you cigarillos and you won't have to repay me even though my only legaltender is some five dollars that I won the other day when my dad bet me I couldn't guess what time it was. 

The truth is I have never really given a fuck one way or another about any Harry Potter movie even though I always go see them at midnight. TALK ABOUT A RENEGADE. 

This morning I woke up at ten thirty and turned over and had this tiny half-dream about being asked a question which made my stomach so heavy that I woke up and realized another two hours had passed. Someone around me sometime recently told me that questions in your dreams are never answered because really it's just you asking yourself. In my dreams they are usually answered in a code, often involving the word "chicken," how about that. I can't decide whether I give a fuck about dreams or not. My feelings volley. 

Yesterday our French exchange student introduced me to a person named Pierre who is the perfect picture of all things Tall Dark Handsome and Foreign. He showed me pictures of grasshoppers and invited me to come swim in his pool. hubbahubbahubba. Too bad I can't go because I don't own a bathing suit and I forget how to swim around strangers and I am mostly trying to avoid engaging in cliches and I can't decide whether this is a situation of Cliche or Epitome. At the same party I talked to a woman who dated a friend of bell hooks and she said they were always quoting each other in their books and speeches and she said the friend turned out to be a faithless unethical bitch and then she said lots of disparaging things about political science. I don't really give a fuck about political science but I do like emotional treatises. I want to be best friends with bell hooks even though she seems like kind of a stick-in-the-mud. I think we have all the same Values. I am probably a stick-in-the-mud underneath all my vices. 

I AM REALLY EMBARRASSED ABOUT HOW I AM ABOUT TO HAVE A PUBLIC BLOG AT THE SAME TIME AS ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND ABOUT HOW I AM ACTUALLY WRITING A REAL NON-CREATIVE ENTRY I AM NOT SURE WHETHER OR NOT THAT IS OKAY. It makes me uncomfortable how people are always pretending that dignity can exist in the commonplace. I have so many goddamn personal journals. ENDLESS SOLIPSISM I DON'T GIVE A FUCK solipsism has its place.