November 26, 2009
I’m thankful for all the sunrises… like that moment of serene simplicity with James in Arizona that time my heart was full and curious when the boy I liked stayed up to talk and then drive to the ocean that time a group of new friends and I took turns confessing secrets in summer air that time when Arkansas friends and I saw a pink sky like our differing time zones never existed that time I woke up and smiled because I wasn’t sleeping alone that bright morning my lungs filled with ocean air and yet I was homesick To sum it up, I’m Thankful for all the moments I had with friends, the people I met, and all the lessons I learned, no matter how long they lasted, stayed, or hurt.

I’m thankful for all the sunrises…

like that moment of serene simplicity with James in Arizona

that time my heart was full and curious when the boy I liked stayed up to talk and then drive to the ocean

that time a group of new friends and I took turns confessing secrets in summer air

that time when Arkansas friends and I saw a pink sky like our differing time zones never existed

that time I woke up and smiled because I wasn’t sleeping alone

that bright morning my lungs filled with ocean air and yet I was homesick

To sum it up, I’m Thankful for all the moments I had with friends, the people I met, and all the lessons I learned, no matter how long they lasted, stayed, or hurt.

November 25, 2009
“ For what it’s worth, my best moments were right after my worst.
“ I’d cheat destiny just to be near you.
November 24, 2009

Rude Awakening

  • Ted: "What's one attribute that you want in a guy?"
  • Naomi: "Hmmm...."
  • Ted: "It could be anything. Any quality or attribute. What's the number one thing you want? Not physical though."
  • Naomi: "Intelligence."
  • Ted: "...Okay"
  • Naomi: "I like guys with intellect."
  • Ted: "You're not ready for a relationship."
  • Naomi: "Why?"
  • Ted: "Most people would say loyalty, honesty, or trust. You said intelligence. The other things are what matter most."
November 23, 2009
November 22, 2009
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

There’s blood in my mouth 
Because I’ve been biting my tongue all week 
I keep on talking trash but I never say anything 
And the talking leads to touching 
And the touching leads to sex 
And then there is no mystery left 

And it’s bad news 
Baby, I’m bad news 
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news 

I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you 
But just being around you offers me another form of relief 
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams 
And the bad dreams lead me to calling you 
And I call you and say, “C’MERE!” 

And it’s bad news 
Baby, I’m bad news 
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news 

Because you’re just damage control 
For a walking corpse like me
Like you 

Because we’ll all be 
Portions for foxes 
Yeah, we’ll all be 
Portions for foxes 

There’s a pretty young thing in front of you 
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you 
And then she’s sleeping inside of you 
And the talking leads to touching 
And the touching leads to sex 
And then there is no mystery left 

And it’s bad news
I don’t blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too

And you’re bad news 
My friends tell me to leave you 
That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news 

You’re bad news 
Baby, you’re bad news
And you’re bad news 
Baby, you’re bad news 
And you’re bad news 
I don’t care, I like you 
And you’re bad news 

I like you 

November 21, 2009
“ I wish I could say everything there was to say in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.
Leonard Cohen
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

This Is Everything by Tegan and Sara

This Is Everything

Everyone I ever fell in love with is on the spine of a book

or curved along the center of a shiny vinyl record. 

The cure to nightmares is to fall asleep while reading Bukowski or Kerouac.

The cure to faltering slumber is to listen to the sweet falsetto of Bon Iver.

I settle in comfort.

But you kiss my shoulder when I stir in my sleep. 

And you tuck my hair back behind my ear. 

And it’s better than the printed pages, the spinning vinyl, or stereo vibrations.

And as much as nothing else seems to make sense,

this much does. The sweet, therapeutic, comfort.

November 20, 2009

I want so badly to believe that there is truth and love is real

My entire life my mom always told me “love is blind” and “love means nothing” and “falling in love is bad”. And I fought her brainwashing tooth and nail.

Now… She’s got a boyfriend. He’s moving into her house. “I love him very much. We’re in love.” She finally quit her job. She went to Costa Rica like she always wanted to. She smiles.

And now relationships have scared me enough that I’ve fought them tooth and nail. And sometimes I am pretty sure I’ve lost all capability to fall in love. 

What. The. Fuck.