meet potential friends or pen pals. If you have something you'd
like to talk about or you're just bored and errant, I'm all ears
If you want to get in touch with me, please write something more than, "Hi! Wanna be pen pals?" Just at least say why you're writing.
Are you sure you have time to read this? I won't blame you
if you get burnt out. Hey, relax, take a break in the middle,
get a sandwhich or something:
I keep beautiful things in a cigar box.... I'm obsessed with
Modernist literature and some postmodernist (Nabokov!), but am not
as well read as I'd like to be.... I'm an etymology junky...I take
school almost too seriously...I've backpacked through Europe....
I'm always anxious and tense because I care so much about
everything, even stupid little things and while I wouldn't change
this at all, it can get exhausting crying over clothespins....I
love movies where things dissolve in light and emotion is palpable
but not overt.... Once, when I was little, I went through a phase
where I made everything out of paper- shoes, food, a
television....'Love is a battlefield' and I am a damn good
soldier...I'm a complete romantic in the insane, smoldering, epic,
aching sense, not the Hallmark card sense. There's nothing vanilla
I look for transformative moments hiding inside mundane ones,
like those captured in Edward Hopper paintings. Reality isn't
boring, you just have to see past the surface. I try to let every
little thing become so unbelievably sensual that it overwhelms me:
the way paper feels against my finger tips and how often I confuse
it with skin, the color of fruit, how beautiful rust is on metal,
the way my mint lip balm burns my mouth. I think life is probably
overwhelming, we just don't let ourselves really feel it.
I am nostalgic about tragedy, because it's real. I remember the
most painful days of my life with so much reverence....the colors,
sensations, smells, words from those days are still so vivid, and
I'm grateful for that. Pain is a tool I use to carve myself into
something beautiful. I'm also feeling completely jaded and
sarcastic these days. Sometimes when everything is so bittersweet
and meaningful, it hits a breaking point and becomes absurd. And
then everything is deeply and profoundly funny, and I don't know
why. Its like life is this beautiful tragedy and its so random and
cruel that it's also the best kind comedy. And then it's stupid.
And then it hurts. And then it's beautiful again.
Good grammar is hot, but snobbishness isn't. Language is fluid, and
sometimes I feel like being bad and ending a sentence with a
preposition or misspelling things. Go ahead and try to stop
If I don't get my hands totally smeared in ink, it's not a good
day. I'm a writer, and my writing is very important to me.
I also like to do many other kinds of arts and crafts, I guess
I just like making things… beautiful things, weird things, useful
Also, see my blog at: http://beingvsnonbeing.blogspot.com/. I
hardly ever write in it, but I mean to...
I am something, pretentious, and deep