January 2012
mightyflynn:
My 2012 Resolution:
More baseball.
more baseball, less boys
December 2011
Wrigleyville
I’m walking to work and I see one of the guys who I know works at one of the bars on the strip outside prior to 10:00am. Strange. I offer a greeting.
“hey what’s going on”
“hey these girls called me to tell me they left their cars here last night and to feed their meters”
“what really?”
“yea the least they could have done is invite me to...
as 2011 comes to a close
conozco:
dudes who can’t hang out with me anymore because they’re falling for me and are leaving soon, dudes who tell me they like me and make little efforts to act upon that, dudes who like me and try too hard, dudes who i like who don’t like me, dudes who like me who i am not interested in at all, dudes who i happen to meet at the mall and flirt with over unisex pants at american apparel,...
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Anonymous asked: Are you a lesbian?
deonteblue asked: My inner sorority girl comes out when I drink as well...
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home for the holidays
learned how to knit. one camo-esqe scarf just has a couple more rows to go.
i met a fellow knitter on the plane, who works at a yarn store in chicago!
i am getting more and more spinster
i finally have NYE plans, even though they were my plan F, they still should be fun, and it will be just the same bars and boys i see during the week but whatever.
holiday paychecks coming through!
got some...
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“Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question in life is whether to kill...”
– La Dispute (via permanently-yours)
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And I sit in my apartment.
I’m getting no answers.
I’m finding no peace, no release from the anger.
I leave it at arms length.
I’m keeping my distance.
From hotels and Jesus and blood on the carpet.
I’m stomaching nothing.
I’m reaching for no one.
I’m leaving this city and I’m headed out to nowhere.
I carry your image.
Your grandfather’s coffin.
And Ed, if you hear me, I think of you...
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“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin...”
– Charles Bukowski, Women (via girlsack)