my medium-sized fury

Dear Kim,

You are really starting to piss me off. You're too fucking good. You're always rubbing it in my face. The bass lines. The lyrics. Your fucking little voice. The heartbreaking violin in Oh! FUCK YOU. No man is safe. No musician boyfriend wouldn't dump his fucking girlfriend in a heartbeat just to breathe your fucking Kim Deal air. No female musician could take a stand without being compared to you.

And to top it off I think I'm going to love your new album, too. Great. Thanks.

SALT. IN. MY. WOUNDS.

i saw this on the side of a building

china twon.

(tear)

everyday i write the book.

i just keep thinking how great it would be to do a book on the history of food in new york city. anyone who knows the historical restaurants that were popular during the different eras and then get the backgrounds on those? like find the archive of menus? and then look at 100 years of new york city restaurants? and the backstories, like the ones that tell you about how the two owners of a place met?

i want to know the history behind totonno's.

think waste management

I've been having trouble sleeping. I am having phantom life/love/limb nightmares - sometimes catmares. It's horrible. It's all catching up to me and I cannot escape it even in sleep. I have this feeling that part of me is stuck in my past lives. A piece for every situation. A piece living in every choice I never made. Tonight I am feeling each piece. Tonight I am aching for and missing every single memory I can think of. I even miss the horrible nights - the nights I'd be sure to fall asleep on the other side of the universe --- at least we woke up together - a warm, loose knot of arms and legs.

I am your April Fool.

oh yeah... for you

just a question

why can't my computer keep up with me? i mean, seriously. they can do all this other stuff, but they can't keep up with my impulsive thoughts?