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About Me

I love the way Wyoming smells when the rain hits the dirt, a little while before the mud.

My Interests

reading, running, writing, tennis, music, socializing, cooking, dancing, eating, drinking, sex, laughter...

I'd like to meet:

people.

Music:

siouxsie and the banshees, led zeppelin, the cure, cat power, g-unit, biggie, lil' kim, lots of that shit, cold war kids, stars of track and field, built to spill, of montreal, the pixies, the stars, metric, feist, midnight movies, songs:ohia, neil young, modest mouse, yo la tengo, nina simone, the misfits, bjork, MJB, arcade fire, will oldham....

Books:

Fortress of Solitude, Drop City, Choke, Cherry, Confessions of a Recovering Slut, Oyster, The Corrections, Motherless Brooklyn (all Lethem), Book of Illusions (all Auster), The Paper Boy, Miss Wyoming, Chinese Take-out, The Fuck-up, Black Swan Green (all David Mitchell) and the list goes on....

Heroes:

Shakespeare.

My Blog

tin foiled

In girl scout camp (which lasted very briefly because it turns out our marreied-with-kids-but-most-likely-a lesbian "coach?' was a thief) we were instructed in several capacities how to be lost. I mea...
Posted by senna on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 02:10:00 PST

the falling part

It's sort of like this incredible waterfall you've been hearing about, something you're almost required to see as someone with existential cognizance. Something that you need to experience, something ...
Posted by senna on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 11:45:00 PST

all seen

I've always been strangely ritualistic, touching things in a very disciplined, specific manner, repeating certain phrases in my head at very particular times, ever since I can remember - I s...
Posted by senna on Sat, 26 May 2007 01:53:00 PST

Hindsight

I wonder about the nature of nostalgia, and I worry about its strength, its nearly impenetrable capacity to smother the truth. I swear, if enough time passes I might even head-cocked, pleasant-memory ...
Posted by senna on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 01:57:00 PST

Tonight's morning

I think that part of the irony of living is getting too much of what you don't want and not enough of what you do want. It's almost like a chronic, unspoken message between nature and the streets, one...
Posted by senna on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 03:53:00 PST

fall(ing) (e)quip(ped)

I feel like I've been had, by myself and by living in essence. First off, the fact that I'm going to die eventually, well, it's a bit too much - but what's worse is the need to love in the meantime, ...
Posted by senna on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 03:34:00 PST

other-ness

My life pretty much sucks right now. I live in a city where I have few friends that I rarely see, and as of two days ago I don't have a job. My boyfreind and I live in a small but not t...
Posted by senna on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 06:13:00 PST

read it bitch

So, I'll be the first to admit that I operate under a system of wishes. For instance, I wish (or hope, which if you think about it wishing and hoping are really just contemptuous siblings) that I...
Posted by senna on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 01:42:00 PST