Friday, January 30, 2009

I lost some important things along the way and while I don't miss them I'm sure I will someday

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Locket reads : Love Stories.

Sometimes I miss the imagination I used to have.


Thursday, January 29, 2009

In a dirty bus station

I cut my bangs in the bus station sink with manicure scissors.

"I got really drunk at a Tv On The Radio show and blacked out for most of it. The next day I found a soft pretzel in my bag and a bruise on my knee."

I'm so sleepy, traveling is exhausting. My mom went grocery shopping (surprise,) and my little brother has MRSA (kill me.)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

No One Belongs Here More Than You

I think I have frostbite.

Currently reading "No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July," it's a good distraction while my boyfriend is busy watching basketball.

I have this annoying habit of defacing books I buy by underlining sentences that I like. Sometimes it could be one sentence per every few chapters, sometimes it's almost an entire chapter underlined. I stole this technique from a writers workshop class I took for half a semester in high school. When I'm having writers block I'll flip open an old favorite a few ball pointed sentences, hoping to light my pilot-light of creativity.

So far I have underlined:
If there were a map of the solar system but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light years from to get to his. You would die getting to him. You could only hope that your grandchild's children would get to him. But they wouldn't know what to do; they wouldn't know how to hold him. And he would be dead; he would be replaced by his great-grandson's beautiful strapping song.

All my life I have had the same dream. It's what they call reoccurring; it always unfolds to the same conclusion.

I'm only on chapter two since the Celtics game is a "roll out" and I am currently being summoned back to bed.

Maybe a blueberry muffin with some grapefruit juice soon I love days like this. My lips will always be chapped up here in the mountains, but at least I stay warm.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

you've been praying for change but you ain't been to church since the 10th grade

and you cry at your job
don't believe in your vote
and never celebrate your birthday

so i wouldn't waste my time if i were you
you'll just snap your spine
i'll just strip away your youth

Youre My Incentive - Kevin Devine

The day before I leave everything always falls apart.

more writing
less lyrics
less texting
more reading
more writing
less complaining
more lathering on lotion
less complaining about itchy elbows
less itching said elbows
more smiling
less disappointment
more acceptance
less disappointment
less disappointment
more improvement
less impulse-purchasing
less envy
more eye-contact
less greed
more mentadent toothpaste
more cherry pastries for breakfast
less sugar in my coffee
more chips & salsa
more overachieving
less believing
less distance
more of this weekend

Tomorrow morning I'm riding the r2 into Philadelphia, multitasking on a bus for three hours, and ending up in the place where my boots are always wet. Three years of this same exact pattern, you call me to say "don't talk to those freaks at the bus station Erica, I love you!" Some things stay the same.

And Some things inevitably change. My mother is so strong, outgoing, and so much like me that it gives me nightmares. I wish I could shake you back to the way you used to pose. Your voices needs to be taken down about 5 octaves, thanks.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I don't got time for your cuckoo clock.

Walked around my old high school today. I had to pick up my little brothers transcripts, and some how weaseld my way into a visitors pass.
Everything was the same and I (coincidentally,) ran into my old English teacher from
freshman year
She remembered me and said "Are you a writer yet?"
"Not yet."

Saw my Junior and Senior year English teacher.
He looked me up and down "are you really engaged?" a stuttering whisper, a smile. "No, it's just a promise ring."

In the past 24 hours
Two houses have burnt down within a 1 mile radius of my house.
Freaked the fuck out

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

hey, good morning to you! more covers for you. sleep soundly dear cause i have to go..

I miss your nest
it is the best, with flannel sheets and a space heater.
And you kiss my cold nose
the one nobody knows, turns red
when I'm feeling blue.

Daniels Song - The Finches

Oh, the going
It was much too slow
And we thought we never would arrive
Oh, but somehow life picked up the pace
Ran faster than the time
And we somehow survived

Waiting for the bus to come
Never seemed to last quite so long
Leaning on the rain to fall

your bird.

I worked a 10hour day and look like it.
I listened to the inauguration on the radio at work and sobbed.
I can't wait to take a warm shower and blow dry my hair,
put on flannel pajamas and fall fast asleep.

Two more days and I won't be sleeping alone, warmestttt come here.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

It's just a phase

If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life..


Also working on a valentine's day project that involves various shades of pink and red lipstick.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

They'll swallow you whole

Help Im Alive - Metric

So sleepy after a 7 hour day devoted to trains and buses. A lady sitting next to me on the r2 smelled like she had inhaled bags of trash that were slowly rotting on her back teeth. She (of course,) had a very breathy whistle and a mustache that I swore was swinging in the breeze. Also had a Mormon ask me if I was "visiting," and when I replied "not really, I take the train from Delaware to Philly then the bus to my boyfriends in Scranton,Pa," he looked disappointed and said "my girlfriends a dumbass, she could never do that," how sweet.

Finally home, in bed alone. I ate takeout and fed the leftovers to my dog, procrastinating as usual. I work well under pressure but can't proofread anything I write but I guess that's what an editor is for. I finally unpacked and was a little sad, until I realized my boyfriend's mom packed these in my bag :

Gertrude Hawk chocolates are a North Eastern Pennsylvania delicacy. Jordan Crackers (pictured above,) although they unfortunately resemble wrinkled chocolate penises (yum,) they are DELICIOUS. I have already eaten enough for a small army so I'm closing the box and leaving the rest of the chocolates for "my family."

Now I'm off to put on my headphones and fall asleep to my current play list
(nobody cares,)

"You'll only be famous in the underground."

1. No Sympathy - Life of Agony
2. L-O-V-E - Al Green
3. No I in Threesome - Interpol
4. Come on in - Darc Mind
5. Ten Cent Blues - Eisley
6. Family Tree - Belle & Sebastian
7. 21st Century Pop Song - Hymies Basement
8. Help I'm Alive - Metric
9. Knights - Crystal Castles
10. Champion Sound - Jaylib
11. Livin Proof - Group Home
12. Puppy Love - JVC Force
13. Bands with managers - Pedro the Lion
14. Young Bridge - Land of Talk
15. Fuck your attitude - Warzone
16. We're the crew - Warzone
17. You've got her in your pocket - The White Stripes
18. Miss Ohio's Nameless - WHY?

also check me out (tomorrow,) for my 2nd debut on

Saturday, January 3, 2009


Things I Love :
- Coffee
- Levis
- Love
- Coffee
- Boyfriend comes home soon from tour (finally!)
- New 2009 "Bad Puppy" calendar
- Meteor showers

Things I Hate :
- Sleep deprivation
- Creepy .....facebook messages.......
- Parties (forever)
- Chapped lips
- Being so disappointed in people (it always happens.)
- Clingy creeps
- Leg Warmers
- Wisdom teeth
- Creepy .....text messages..... at 6a.m
- Missing
- Money

Clearly this morning the cup of coffee is half empty, no really it is.