July 2008
17 posts
fuck there are times where this summer just feels like a big, fuzzy sweater i want to throw off my back and stomp on.
June 2008
25 posts
another espresso royale in town gave me enough new shifts that i don’t have to stress about quitting(first job i’ve ever quit) or finding a new job for at least a couple weeks. hoorah everything.
and today laura and i are checking out what is soon to be our new house and celebrating small town fun days and probably swimsuits.
Watchsupreme court rules death penalty totally badass
today my corporate butt hole manager walked up to me and asked if my nose ring was out. i asked her if she could tell. she got up close to my face, very close, and said you need to take it out. i said i can’t because it will close up. she said she has to be fair. she said it’s the nose ring or the job. i said i take the nose ring. she said clock out. i said good bye.
somehow, i get...
today i finished Love in the Time of Cholera by Marquez, and i have no idea how i feel about it. it was a love story, and i’ve read my fair share of those, and all i think i’ve learned is that you can’t contain love, and i don’t think there are themes to be found in it. you can stick on words like faith and transcend and forever, but all i get out of love stories is just to...
sleep trip →
this is what happens when you keep following links. the rest of the website, the rest of the links outside the love letters branch, is equally poignant and normal, and i wanted you to be as captivated as i am.
300 love letters →
i’ve been reading this website for hours. it’s a girl’s project. i only loosely read the description of it, anxious to actually read the letters. some of them are beautiful, poignant. sometimes, though, these letters are just so normal.
i will always remember this summer by a giant purple polo, the smell of brewing espresso shots, cans of berry flavored mt. dew, the sounds of machine gun fire and air raids in call of duty, the way trent can’t seem to get every spot when he shaves, beads from quarter machines, texts sent by girls from school that make me beam, and fighting back to sleep to keep living.
i haven’t had a sunday that felt like a sunday in a long time. sunday feeling’s good, close, intimate, family, and i miss that.
work’s better. god, the money’s great. but i get numb to that quickly.
today was a new bras, new hair color kind of renew day. i feel better, assured somehow.
i think that in a past life i was in a metal band. now i am left with a love for sun dresses and air guitar.
my job at monical’s in unbelievably horrible. when i wake up, it feels like something large sitting on my chest, telling me to find a way out of it for the day. i’m getting screwed over on serving, and my manager’s catty. she made me take the clear, plastic retainer out...
my mom just texted me at 2.31am in a regular way, not in a late night emergency way. how cool.
10 things about my life lately
1. i can not drink enough water these days. it’s really kind of intimidating how thirsty i get.
2. this is by far the summer i have seen the most shooting stars. there is no stopping my reading into this.
3. video games have become a substantial part of my life.
4. not eating enough has never once been a problem, but now that i’m running everyday i forget that it’s possible...
letters
dear self,
let’s try to be optimstic about this job. you’re entirely too good at making up excuses to get yourself out of the hard things.
dear 107.9,
thank you for playing I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T while i rush from monical’s to espresso, throw off the purple polo and heavy black plants for a scrubby t-shirt and bright green converse in ten minutes flat.
dear sugerbuzz,
i found...
“Hey, pause that game for a second, and I’ll teach you about the urgency of...”
– my dad to my little brother, who has been playing call of duty 3 for about the past 5 hours. his response was ‘dude, i’m busy playing call of duty’.
right now i want to write about my relationship with trent, my best friend of five years turned boyfriend of five months. sometimes, when i’m driving home late at night, i think about the night he told me he had feelings for me. i was sitting in my cold basement, and i couldn’t believe it. i pinched myself, like this was just a movie, an ashton kutcher hiding in the closet prank. the...
i have another job—a server at monical’s pizza. i get to wear black pants, a purple polo, and a plastic retainer in my nose piercing. the things we are made to do to all look the same, to make enough money to live, disappoint me sometimes. it’s not that these things are a big deal. it’s that they are a mandatory not big deal.
like, i was interviewed by two john’s in...
employed. finally
this morning i woke up in my swimming suit, never having changed from yesterday’s adventures in sunshine. trent’s reaction to this was, ‘you are definitely unemployed.’ iiiiiiiiiii should probably get a job soon.
