Monthly Archives: February 2010

(today. tomorrow. same fucking mouse wheel.) I woke up from a nightmare that featured the following series of unfortunate events: slept with my friend’s boyfriend (whom I’ve never met), got shot, ran through the streets naked after having everything stolen … Continue reading →

It’s that old sun staring into my eyes asking for some results— AGAIN. All I got are excuses. Wrap that old blanket around me, loose around me, and let me lay on this tile until I’m ready to get up. … Continue reading →

Like everyone, I have favorite things to do and places to be. Top of my list usually entails heading to my favorite local joints to write/ read. May it be an iced green tea at FIX (http://findlocal.latimes.com/echo-park/restaurants/cheap-eats/fix-coffee-los-angeles-restaurant) over great conversation … Continue reading →

I’m one of those people that are no good at being in public, Though you could never tell —loud and free. Like a small cannon Shoved into a large explosion, so you’ve got to be real careful where you take … Continue reading →

These lyrics filled my birthday soundtrack. A must in every collection. Getting ready for birthday festivities, last night, I received a text from the raddest (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=raddest) of rad boys alerting me to look on my doorstep (outside). He had left this … Continue reading →

1. Many kisses and hearts for all of the birthday wishes. Very sexy. 2. In honor of my pa sharing fellow aquarian characteristics with me, I am going to share  a story with you that I wrote last summer. Thank … Continue reading →

(everyday) It’s your responsibility, as a woman, to be real, educated, compassionate, honest, and helping. Be open, fearless, and lose judgment. Always speak, act, and write from your heart. That’s your only voice. Nobody is your friend or your enemy. … Continue reading →

I can’t sleep tonight. At work, two of the girls told me about a girl with pretty red hair and thin lips who was already a very talented writer at seventeen. On her way to see her mom, a man … Continue reading →

I saw you. Well, some of you. Two weeks ago at the bank on Larchmont. You remember? It was that day that the clouds were dark and crying. The day the rainbow stretched to the beach. You were there. In … Continue reading →

I’ve been following Aimée Wilder’s work since her early designs for Dwell and Vans back in 2006. A mutual friend, Rebecca Hoffman, introduced us a couple of years ago, and needless to say, it was love at first sight. Hipster boys, far … Continue reading →