enjambed

October 11th

2011-10-11T20:48:00.001-07:00

At the bottom of the sea is where you'll find me.

September 29th

2011-09-29T23:04:00.000-07:00

I watched them kick her in the face; we all did. She moaned as she writhed on the floor, but I could tell from the way the blood dripped from her nose--she deserved it.

That plum was a mistake. It was the straw that left me with a broken camel, if you will. Or if you won't. Either way, I feel unwell.

September 25th

2011-09-25T23:21:00.001-07:00

"It becomes harder to climb out, the more effort you put in. It's designed to emphasize its futility," he scribbled this in the little notebook he'd always kept in his back pocket. His thought being, he'd keep a diary of the disaster. He'd always been troubled be the difficulty of "its" and "it's" and so it was funny that now, given the circumstances, his understanding finally bloomed. There isn't much need for that sort of knowledge at the bottom of a hole. But it brought him comfort--for a time.

September 19th

2011-09-19T22:59:00.001-07:00

The roof of my mouth itches. It's become a serious ailment. It itches all the time. The only way to scratch it is to make this weird retching noise from the back of my throat. A sound not unlike contemporary zombies.

It is no longer clear if my underwear is going to make through each fart. With each fart, the danger must be continually re-evaluated. Tricky, tricky, tricky.

I want to make magic with beets. Boy. I love beets.

kmc

September 11th

2011-09-11T21:42:00.000-07:00

It feels much later than it is. The bugs are louder than I think they usually are. There's ice cream in the fridge, but my belly is full-full-full-full (full). With each click, tap, click, it is more apparent that my click, tap, clicking isn't going to accomplish anything. I've been sitting here for a few hours. When I sit here like this, this warm but not positive sensation of patheticyness starts at the ends of the few hairs on my head to the tips of the many hairs on my toes. The type of shame that the kind person who wets himself feels. I haven't wet myself, and I'm relatively certain that I won't. But I feel like a strange connection to this kind of person in these moments. But. At least this kind of person has accomplished something. He's pissed himself. And there is an implication that he will clean up after himself eventually. That's more than I've got. He's got verbs and all I've got is clicking noises. And some ice cream in the fridge, but I'm not going to eat that.

I know the house is fully occupied, but I might well be on the surface of the moon. Midnight shouldn't feel so lonely. I shouldn't feel so lonely. Sometimes when you go somewhere and you have to go to the bathroom, somewhere public--store or a restaurant. And you find the bathroom, and it's one that is totally private. The kind that you lock the door. Not just, the stall... the whole door. You're in there by yourself. And. And your adrenalin is pumping because you have complete bathroom freedom. You can pull your pants all the way down. You can spread your legs ultra wide. You can hum if you'd like. You can let your butt make the noises it was born to make, and not feel self conscious or pretend to cough or flush the toilet every time you make poo noises (and maybe get a little toilet water spray on your bottom parts). I mean. You could do that if you wanted, because you're in an unregulated zone. But as your going to the bathroom (pooping or peeping... depending on the context) a sharp pain of loneliness stabs you. You are the only person in this bathroom. There is no one choosing paper towels over the electric hand dryer (unless it's the Dyson one, of course). There's no one next to you flushing the toilet every time their butt makes poo noises. If you had an attack in this bathroom, like Elvis or non-famous people who've died in bathrooms, it's possible you wouldn't be found for hours. Days. There's a loneliness to be found in singular bathrooms, despite the freedoms they promise. These midnight moments that I'm typing from, they feel like the loneliness of a singular bathroom. It will pass.

I think I'm gonna eat that ice cream. But you knew that all along, didn't you?

kmc

"It's not, insanity!" says Vanity Fair

2011-09-06T22:59:00.000-07:00

September 6th

2011-09-06T22:25:00.000-07:00

The jicama is slimy and I don't know what that means. I'm eating it anyway because there's a cilantro sauce that's delicious and since I am still capable of feeling shame, I need something to dip in the sauce. Slimy jicama is all I got. And carrots. But I hate raw carrots. They taste like flowers. If I wanted to eat flowers I would eat flowers because they're way prettier than carrots. Cooked carrots are more acceptable, but I'm not going to cook three carrots just so I can dip them in cilantro sauce. I'll stick with slimy jicama. I hope the slime isn't something really bad. Like. Mold. Or AIDS. The cilantro sauce is really good, but not AIDS worthy. For sure.

My head hurts really bad (I don't think it's AIDS-slime related). For some reason, I think it's because I ate crappy food. I'm eating vegetables to compensate, as if my headache will go away because there's three snap peas in my belly. Oh well. The cilantro sauce is good.

My feet hurt really bad. I bought inserts. But I don't understand inserts. I bought my shoes that fit my feet. But now, I put inserts in. And my shoes don't fit right because there's less room for my feet because the inserts take up space. So. Do people really buy there shoes a size too big so they can put inserts in? That's like buying shoes and knowing you're going to be disappointed. When you buy shoes, shouldn't you do so with the understanding that they will be comfortable? Aren't inserts some sort of last resort? Or am I really supposed to be satisfied with my shoes that now feel nice on my soles (but not, like, amazing) but sort of hurt on top? Regardless, I paid $10 dollars and I'm totally Gellin'

kmc

...

2011-03-10T10:41:00.001-08:00

Do not stand there and try to act superior when we all know you frequently eat fish sticks for dinner.

Thursday

2011-03-10T01:32:00.000-08:00

Weeks later the potion had still not worn off. The princess wondered if the gypsy charlatan had been more charlatan than gypsy. If this was so, it meant what had been felt had been real all along. This brought confusion to the princess, because this was never the way in these stories. The princess planned to proceed with caution, knowing what she did about happy endings and granted wishes.

Wednesday

2011-03-10T01:28:00.000-08:00

Two days of
learning the normal
language had changed him.

He read two poems
but fell asleep before
he could parse what he was
meant to feel.

He went to sleep but
died before he could wake.

There was no discernible pattern.

kmc

Wednesday

2011-02-16T23:34:00.000-08:00

Thursday.

2011-02-10T23:15:00.001-08:00

Stomach is on
leave.
Or
did I forget it
on the shelf?
& where did I put
my keys.

It was found this carnival was built on shifting ground. Unsure. Unsound.

We weren't sure if
his return was
temporary or
something more
permanent. Either way,
the sky was
green. That never means
good things.

Sunday

2011-02-06T14:05:00.000-08:00

Saturday

2011-02-05T21:46:00.001-08:00

It's the worst ever in a world full of worsts.

Tuesday

2011-01-26T10:53:00.001-08:00

This space intentionally left blank.

Enya is not to blame.

Monday

2011-01-25T23:11:00.000-08:00

Sunday

2011-01-23T23:11:00.000-08:00

Thursday

2011-01-20T23:11:00.000-08:00

Nobody was surprised when it was discovered dead by the creek. The dream had been something everyone hoped would survive despite the obvious odds against it. There was no shock, but the sadness was genuine. A sadness that slowly descended on the town like a sagging balloon that refused to release its last breath of helium. The entire town decided that a funeral would just be a memorial to the failure of the dream, so its carcass was tossed into the old quarry that had long since been turned into a lake the children were told never to swim in.

In the years that have followed, flower petals have often been seen floating on the surface of the lake. These petals come from flowers that do not grow naturally in the surrounding areas. It is speculated that the petals are some kind of memorial placed there by someone who feels like there's something in that lake to memorialize, but it is unknown if the petals are dedicated to the death of the dream or if it's merely in remembrance of one of the many children who drowned in the lake that was once a quarry.

Monday

2011-01-17T23:11:00.000-08:00

if happy little bluebirds fly...

Sunday

2011-01-16T23:11:00.000-08:00

Something is lurking in my armpit. I'm afraid of what they might find.

Deep down in the ocean, they've invented their own light that they don't need.

The things at the bottom of the ocean weren't designed to be seen. But we've seen them.

I can't remember all the things I've seen I thought I'd never forget.

kmc

Friday

2011-01-14T23:11:00.000-08:00

On the evening of January 14th, 2010. No. On the evening of January 14th, 2011, Kevin Michael Christy spent two and one half hours trying to decide what book to read. He read half a fairytale, but realized he'd already read it and stopped. He gave up on books. He tried to take a poo ("where did he try to take it?"), but was unsuccesful ("it stayed where it was, untaken"). He thought, "In the movies, the lesbians usually end up unhappy. That doesn't seem fair, does it?" His question was unanswered. The dog thought Jeremy Irons was an intruder, but Jeremy Irons was just the narrator.

It was Friday when he started, but Saturday when he went he stopped. Nothing changed but it was called something different.

(the sleeping part is assumed, because it has not happened yet)

Thursday

2011-01-13T23:11:00.000-08:00

Poor Chinese Baby.

2011-01-10T19:31:00.000-08:00

This commercial features my two favorite things.
Horribly offensive fake Asian accents.
And glape-flavored things.

And in the same spirit,
http://www.engrish.com/

kmc

Monday

2011-01-10T19:22:00.000-08:00

So. We've come to terms with the fact that my clothes, in fact, have not gotten smaller. Something else is going on.

kmc

Sunday

2011-01-09T23:11:00.000-08:00

I'm afraid of bridges and not metaphorically. When I cross a bridge on foot, I'm terrified I'll throw something off. Something I need. Keys. Phone. Social security card. Shoes. I have never pitched anything over the side of a bridge. I have no reason to believe I will ever throw anything I need off the side of a bridge. I still get afraid. Every time.

Like bridges, I'm afraid of sitting in a theater when the actors on stage are totally silent. For that moment, I think,
"Yell! Yell, really loud."
"Don't yell!" I tell myself.
"C'mon. Yell. Everyone will look at you."
"Don't yell! Nobody wants to look at you."
"Make a big scene! Fill the silence."
"Stop thinking that."
"All these people will think about you all night."
"That's an awful idea. The worst one."
"Some might remember you after they have forgotten the play"
The actor speaks, and my mind is silenced. Until, again.

I dropped my keys on the floor of the theater, once.
It made a loud noise. I didn't notice anybody notice.
It'd make a big noise if I threw myself off a bridge,
but that seems impractical.

kmc

Thursday

2011-01-06T23:11:00.000-08:00

Parakeets look like they are stuck in the 80's.

Wednesday

2011-01-05T23:11:00.000-08:00

We didn't have anything to get clean.
So we just went to sleep on top of the comforter. Not touching.
In the morning, we left the hotel room completely undisturbed.
No evidence at all.

No More War!!!

2011-01-05T23:03:00.000-08:00

Things That Are Stupid:

War
People

Things That Are Not Stupid:

Fashion Shows
Choreography
Red Jheri Curl Wigs

Tuesday

2011-01-04T23:11:00.000-08:00

My mother's pet zombie wouldn't leave me alone. I told her and told her please. Get
him away from me. I think he wants to bite me. (At the time it did not occur to me that he wanted to eat my brains, but that seems somewhat obvious in retrospect) Please, I said please. Please, get him. Please. The zombie kept doing. She kept doing nothing and nothing. And I kept avoiding, desperately. The fact I was dreaming never occurred to me, even after I woke up. It was only after I realized I had nothing be afraid of, that I figured out a part of me had made up everything I thought was so awful. After that, the day progressed normally. Except I drank some coffee and I don't usually do that.

kmc

A Thing

2011-01-04T21:51:00.001-08:00

Monday

2011-01-04T11:11:00.000-08:00

A Storm in December and Falling in Love.

I forgot what lighting was.
The thunder was worse.
What was that-I thought-
the world had ripped itself apart.
A sad attempt at poetry,
failed melodrama.
But I thought it. Then remembered
What it was.
Should of been
snowing.

I thought the other, would feel
like explosions. Like crackle and fizz.
It doesn't. It feels like
old shoes I'll never throw away.
Perfect pair perfectly paired with my pathetically
unspectacular, gnarled feet.

The return
of snow
brought no surprises.

kmc

Wednesday

2010-11-04T11:11:00.000-07:00

I dreamed of crop circles. Even in my dream I knew they were fake.

kmc

Thursday

2010-10-06T22:52:00.000-07:00

Today might be a big day.

When I pay my credit card bill on-line... the automated system says "Congratulations!" I didn't win anything. I just made a payment. In fact. That's the opposite of winning. Though... every time... it makes me feel a little bit of joy. "Congratulations! You just paid off that DVD you bought three years ago! The one you bought because it was on sale but in the end it cost you more than three times the normal price!" "Congratulations! You just paid off the clothes you no longer fit into!" "Congratulations! You're a functioning adult!" "Congratulations! You survived to pay one more bill!"

Today might be a big day.

kmc

Wendesday too

2010-09-29T21:23:00.001-07:00

Anne Boleyn says: They say Mary wore a red dress to her execution, but her head fell off the same as all the others. Of course that was after me, I've only heard.

Wednesday

2010-09-29T21:18:00.001-07:00

Banana.
Beans.
Different color beans.
Peanut butter and jam.
Butter on bread.
Diet ginger ale.
Not even hungry.

Not a lady.

I don't feel bad for gay people who kill themselves.
I don't feel bad for anyone who kills themselves.
It's sad, and unfortunate.
But I don't feel bad for them.
King Jeremy the Wicked
Ruled his world.
Jeremy spoke...

Four friends in one day. Excellent.
Excellent seems to be my word of the moment.

Now that...

2010-09-28T08:57:00.000-07:00

I sort of understand how this works, expect further remodeling.

kmc

Today's Best Thing

2010-09-28T08:23:00.000-07:00

I watched it this morning. I also saw it a few years ago. You should watch it too. You don't have to watch it twice.

Tuesday

2010-09-27T23:16:00.000-07:00

I am the Duchess of Malfi.
I am trying to figure out how to sleep and not exacerbate my ridiculous shoulder injury.
I am missing my friends that deserved to be missed.
I am not missing my friends that deserve to be missing.
I am missing the people I never got to know.
I am trying to find my Art Institute membership card.
I am Daniel de Bosola. Either way
I am not surviving the whole play.
I am trying to get my car out of the mud.
I am the thing.
I am colder than is prudent, but
I am not uncomfortable.
I am not reading The House of the Seven Gables.
I am not reading millions of books right night but I should be reading The House of the Seven Gables.

I was making a list. That is all
ye know on earth and all
ye need to know.

O,
I am gone!
We are only like dead walls, or vaulted graves,
That ruin'd, yield no echo. Fare you well.
It may be pain, but no harm to me to die
In so good a quarrel.
O,
this gloomy world!
In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness,
Doth womanish and fearful mankind live!
Let worthy minds ne'er stagger in distrust
To suffer death or shame for what is just:
Mine is another voyage.

Monday

2010-09-27T23:00:00.000-07:00

A lady at work, her train had really lost the track. I shrugged and said "It's monday" in an apologetically silly voice. She narrowed her eyes and said "It's always." Her ice killed my jokey demeanor, and we stared at each other for a long time. She didn't say goodbye. I didn't either.

"I believe in the good of life"

That's just a song lyric I thought I'd post. Realistically, the jury's still out.

Tuesday-Tuesday

2010-08-02T21:36:00.000-07:00

Wednesday

2010-07-29T09:47:00.000-07:00

A hug. A think. Is all.

kmc

Tuesday

2010-07-26T21:44:00.001-07:00

Really? All that for only that? I must learn to calm myself.
The only way to celebrate is with the blackness of Nick Cave.

Monday

2010-07-26T11:13:00.000-07:00

Because Fado is how I feel.

Chuva (Rain)

The ordinary events in our lives
Do not fill us with longing;
Not so those memories that hurt
Or those that bloom into a smile.

Some people are our history,
The history of our lives;
There are others whose name
We not recall ever hearing.

Such are the feelings
That keep alive my longing,
The feelings we shared
And withered in the end.

There are days that scar
One's soul and life,
This is why I cannot forget
The day you left me.

The rain drenched
My cold and tired face
In the streets of a city
I had aimlessly walked.

Ah! ...Like a girl gone astray
My cry rang across the city:
How quick does the fire of love
Dies in the rain!

The rain heard me and kept
To herself my secret in that city
Where she taps on the window,
Filling me with longing.

Saturday

2010-07-24T16:45:00.000-07:00

Deep sighs.

Tuesday

2010-06-15T16:59:00.000-07:00

Japanese lunch. Hungry immediately after.

Love you. Love you. Will miss you so much. So much. And your silver shoes. Like Dorothy's... before they changed it for the movie.

I can taste a tiny of happiness. Will it become a meal?

Tomorrow... on the plane. To the place. Never coming home. Until Sunday.

kmc

Vestige

2010-04-02T22:55:00.001-07:00

a degenerate or imperfectly developed organ or structure that has little or no utility, but that in an earlier stageof the individual or in preceding evolutionary forms of the organism performed a useful function.

This Week's Best Thing

2010-03-29T22:08:00.000-07:00

This Week's Worst Thing

2010-03-29T21:31:00.000-07:00

Monday

2010-03-29T21:12:00.000-07:00

The start of the finish.

Las Vegas is gross.

I think when people you like act like they don't know you... or don't see you... I think that's the worst thing. The absolute worst thing.

kmc

This Week's Best Thing

2010-03-24T00:20:00.000-07:00

Sunday

2010-03-23T23:35:00.000-07:00

The sane sibling is always the one committing the killings. That particular plot twist has lost its punch.

If someone tries to sneak in my temporary room at night to try to kill me in an attempt to steal my inheritance... I've hidden a bottle of 409 by the door. I will spray them in the eyes. I will kick them in the face. I will wait for relatives to die... so I can claim my inheritance for myself... thank you very much.

kmc

Saturday

2010-03-23T23:29:00.001-07:00

I hope somebody tells you how beautiful you are. One day. I'm sure someone will. I hope you believe them. You won't. I know you won't. But I hope that, it crosses your mind... once or twice... "Maybe he means it... Maybe I am..." You'll dismiss it eventually... but I hope... that you let it linger... long enough for you to enjoy it.

This house is too big for two people. This state is too big for 6451584165498651654654642 people. It's all too big for me. Even this room. The ceiling is too high. My thoughts float up, up, up, and out of my reach.

Books, books, books. Books, books, books. Books, books, books.

Got lost. Always. Lost.

kmc

Friday

2010-03-23T23:26:00.000-07:00

"Delicious hamburgers. So small. Too expensive. And we shan't have another. But we can have all the diet coke we'd like. But we don't want any. But we drink it all the same." - Samuel Beckett writes the dialogue for my first meal in Texas.

kmc

Blog Bummer

2010-03-23T23:12:00.001-07:00

I was in Texas and couldn't blog.

Ima try to post some retro-active blogs.

kmc

Thursday

2010-03-19T00:23:00.000-07:00

March 18th.

Existed.

Existing.

Still Exist.

Check back next year to see if that's changed.

kmc

Wedensday

2010-03-18T00:33:00.000-07:00

I won.

Ate a warm hug. Apparently, it doesn't come with dessert anymore.

Even in pajamas... fabulous.

That's not how much it costs, sir, the sign was wrong. No. The sign was wrong. No. It's the wrong sign. Sure. I'll take the five dollars off. It was the sign, not the person. The sign was wrong. It is wrong. The sign. Does it matter?

Hitting the road soon.

kmc

Tuesday

2010-03-16T21:59:00.000-07:00

War.

Sunday

2010-03-15T01:08:00.000-07:00

All I am is the pain that throbs. Throb, throbs, throbbed, throbbing. My wisdom teeth are lacking wisdom but suggesting conjugation. At this moment, there is no me beyond my teeth.

Sleep. Please call. I miss you. And I'd like to give you back your things.

More like Poo-lie and Poo-lia.

I'm making a promise to myself not be attracted to anyone I don't want to have a conversation with.

Shamrock Shake-

I missed you.

Shamrock Shake-

I love you.

Shamrock Shake-

I can't be without you.

Shamrock Shake-

I drank you this weekend and I vomited you up and you got on my shoe, which is really a suede boot and I'm not sure how that's gonna come off and I really didn't want them but now I like them and don't want stains on them, and now I'm rethinking our relationship.

Shamrock Shake-

I'm going to miss you.

kmc

Saturday

2010-03-14T21:22:00.001-07:00

Road trip. I'm excited by farmland. I like to stare.

Uncle Vanya was marvelous. Better than best.

Lots of walking.

What I Saw As We Were Passing

A red farmhouse;

A red that has stuck

Despite unending

Attacks on its integrity.

A red farmhouse

Surrounded by dead crops

Made golden by the

End of the sun's shift.

A storm takes its

Place in the night sky--

Dark blue, ominous,

Promising. Around the farmhouse

It's nothing forever.

Nothing and nothing and

On and on and on.

The red and nothing

Will never yield.

Poetry on blogs is lame.

That's not really a poem.

Line breaks emphasized my thoughts better.

kmc

Monday

2010-03-08T22:12:00.001-08:00

Deep, deep underground I found myself face to face with a physical manifestation of all of my failures. I shrugged. I survived.

Things aren't getting any easier. I guess I should stop expecting them to.

Concert, lovely. Long.

I miss the people I don't see.

Craving asian buffet. Needed desperately.

kmc

Sunday

2010-03-08T00:09:00.000-08:00

Spent the evening with a group of normal people. I think it went well. I don't think anyone noticed I didn't belong. I still felt like an impostor. It was enormous fun.

Burnt my mouth on a shitty spring roll. Shitty because it tasted awful, not because of its unkind actions toward my mouth. Though... that too.

I like The Hurt Locker immensely... but it doesn't really feel like BEST picture... does it? But... WOO... give it up for ladies!

I think it's awful that there was a movie about a poor, African-American youth who attempts to pull herself out of difficult circumstances... and a movie about a poor, African-American youth who needs a white lady to pull himself out of his difficult circumstances... and that the white lady wins the Oscar. But what a good movie The Blindside would have been in 1976.

What I keep under my bed... tempts me every night.

I won't. I won't. I won't.

To be the most. To anyone.

That would be nice.

kmc

This Week's Best Thing

2010-03-07T00:59:00.000-08:00

Saturday

2010-03-06T21:32:00.000-08:00

Ate lots of pork.

Saw the show.

There's a lot of sugar in that! A lot of sugar.

Shut up, Naperville.

You're the best Alyssa I know.

Touched inappropriately.

kmc

Empty Blog

2010-03-05T00:50:00.000-08:00

Thursday

2010-03-04T23:55:00.001-08:00

Lovely lunch. But, I was given the early cancelation.

Sigh. I do so love it when our lunches go to series.

Dinner : feisty.

Not fun-feisty. Analrape-feisty.

Not fun-analrape. Awful-analrape.

On the way home; got lost.

Drove in a circle. Again and again.

Such is life.

kmc

Thursday Afternoon

2010-03-04T14:19:00.001-08:00

In the bathroom, I thought my pee smelled like poo.
Then I noticed the pile of poo on the floor next to the toilet.

kmc

Wednesday

2010-03-03T22:35:00.000-08:00

I must stop engaging in magical thinking.

Or get much better at casting spells.

Robert Moussetis, your e-mails are not important enough to be marked urgent.

School- eh.

Work- ack!

Looking forward to no school.

Texas.

Getting rejected one last time.

kmc

This Week's Best Thing

2010-03-02T23:55:00.000-08:00

Tuesday

2010-03-02T23:54:00.000-08:00

Problems?

Eh.

More than welcome.

Not more than I can handle.

kmc

Wednesday

2010-02-25T00:51:00.000-08:00

School. Macbeth and Clarissa. Meeting of the fractured minds.

Worked. Yes sir, I understand. You still cannot return your video game.

Snow. Horrible. Many cars dead and abandoned.

Thumbs down to weird, painful, unidentified thumb injury.

2:30AM. Snow plows and scary people yelling outside. The Songs Suburbia Sings.

kmc

Tuesday

2010-02-24T11:06:00.001-08:00

School. Nothing to report.

Neil Gaiman. Reading was not boring, a remarkable feat. It's amazing how Neil Gaiman fans are exactly who they are... and never disappoint expectations.

Fish and Chips. The day's best thing. Marvelous.

kmc

This Week's Best Thing.

2010-02-22T20:14:00.001-08:00

Monday

2010-02-22T19:36:00.000-08:00

Today, I've found myself listening to various covers of "Let It Be" and "The Greatest Love of All."

This cannot mean anything good.

School.

Subway. Again. What's that all about.

Can't seem to catch a break.

Nobody within reach.

kmc

Sunday

2010-02-21T21:37:00.000-08:00

Feeling apart.

Goodman: O'Neill & Beckett. Remarkable.

Snow: Wet, Thick & Everywhere. Awful

Hungry, hungry hippos.

I want someone to answer my questions. Even with lies. Answers of any kind.

It seems, I'm peeling apart at the seams.

kmc

Friday

2010-02-13T08:07:00.000-08:00

Left school early. Didn't feel well. Just didn't want to.

I like Subway now? Gross.

Cannot sleep like a normal person.

The Olympics=Lovely.

How do you maintain humanity on a large scale?

Tooth ache. TOOTH ACHE!

kmc

This Week's Best Thing

2010-02-11T22:29:00.001-08:00

Links

2010-02-11T22:21:00.000-08:00

http://www.literature-map.com/

http://chatroulette.com/

Judy Sings America. Thanks B.

2010-02-11T22:17:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure if I've ever felt more patriotic.

In this video, she is neither African-American nor is she sober... two requirements I had

foolishly thought necessary.

Thursday

2010-02-11T22:05:00.000-08:00

Cannot sleep through the night. Today. My mother and the snow. Yesterday. The world fell over. Tomorrow. Who knows how and why.

Alexander McQueen. The world of horrifyingly uncomfortable shoes has lost their monarch. The gay world weeps. The straight world shrugs. To matter so much and not at all.

Worked today. No love. No love lost. Odd vomit/poo stain still where it was yesterday.

Cherry Coke Zero. You are our hero.

Lost the contest. I think.

“I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining” (Beckett 170).

kmc

Wednesday

2010-02-10T22:28:00.000-08:00

Who knew female homoerotics could be so boring.

Face. Fully covered in large acne colonies.

With a few delightful exceptions, sweatpants without underwear is a bad, bad, bad, bad idea.

Earthquake, or The Gods Must Be Gassy.

Working. Working. Working. Love unrequited. Funny, mostly.

I ate five Arby's roast beef sandwiches over the course of the whole day. Only $6. I felt like I had to vomit. I vomited.

Syracuse? Probably not.

Everybody else? Probably who knows?

Entered a contest.

Like my new friends. Miss my old friends.

kmc

Iowa-Question and Answer

2010-01-03T00:18:00.000-08:00

Describe any additional preparation for graduate work which you have done independently, e.g. extensive travel, reading projects of your own, or special interests like photography, arts, sports, and crafts.

Extensive farting. Buffets. Acne. Kitsch.

I want to live in the tomorrow of yesterday!

2010-01-03T00:17:00.001-08:00

Hmmm.

2009-11-24T10:02:00.001-08:00

Why don't I feel the appropriate relief?

kmc

Like Life...

2009-11-23T09:15:00.000-08:00

When J-Lo fall... that bitch get right back up again.

kmc

Anybody Want Me?

2009-11-23T01:41:00.000-08:00

University of Iowa

University of Michigan, Ann Arbor

University of Texas, Austin

University of Massachusetts, Amherst

University of Wisconsin, Madison

New York University

Cornell University

University of Oregon, Eugene

Syracuse

Brooklyn College

Sarah Lawrence College

1,200 dollars later and we'll see, I suppose.

No, I regret nothing.

2009-11-23T01:37:00.000-08:00

Old Post from Old Blog. Like a Greatest Hit

2009-11-23T01:34:00.000-08:00

Cooking tips for old and young:based on a true story.

When making salsa in your lovely new food processor, make sure you wear gloves when you cut and prepare the jalapeno pepper.

If you do not think a good wash of your hands will do the trick, you may get a burning sensation on your hands and fingers. And then, if later you set down to eat your salsa and watch the episode of Big Love you missed, and you happen to rub your nose extra vigorously you may just get a strong burning sensation on the inside of your nose. And then, if out of frustration from the pain in your noise you happen to rub your eyes- they may swell shut from the pain, causing you to stumble about the kitchen on your way to the bathroom- knocking over chairs and further injuring yourself in your blind stupor. Worse still, perhaps later you will forget you made such an awful mistake, and you will be alone by yourself and feeling slightly naughty. Perhaps you will engage in certain "private activities" with yourself. And perhaps, just perhaps your tender parts may explode (though to be honest this may be a mildly pleasurable situation).

Wear gloves.

Wear gloves.

Wear gloves.

kmc

Hell-O

2009-11-23T01:25:00.001-08:00

Blog.