things that exist in New York but not in Las Vegas.. |
In a larger sense, I am insatiable. Summer is not at all what I had planned. There are no bikinis and sundresses. The heat is not the kind of balmy summer heat that I like. It's hot, don't get me wron...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 17:23:00 GMT |
raw. |
Tonight I saw Tiler Peck in Friandies, Peter Martins' new ballet. It was a myriad of extentions and roll offs - which sometimes made it look like everyone was off. I also saw Romeo and Juliet and I wa...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 21:43:00 GMT |
summer heat. |
I wish it was summer and that I was swealtering in the Las Vegas heat.
My skin is this silly New York snow white and I have mastered the art of layering t-shirt over thermal, sweater over t-shirt,...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 17:01:00 GMT |
luxist |
I've been de-corking things a lot lately. I've been thinking a lot about chandeliers and histories. I got a new bottle of the only perfume that I wear - people say I smell like children. Someone is un...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 16:38:00 GMT |
New Years Resolution |
Among other resolutions:
This year, I am going to start writing people off. On a whim. Holding grudges. Forever. Just be careful what you say (or rather what you lie about) because I'm not putting ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jan 2006 23:36:00 GMT |
high school boys are kinda wild |
I am well aware that my face in every single picture looks dirty. It's not intentional, really. Otherwise, here are some pictures from Saturday Night Mayhem. I missed out on the gallon challenge and t...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 12:50:00 GMT |
On Sharing |
I don't like to share. I just wanted to put that out there.
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 15:00:00 GMT |
Traces |
he runs with a knife
he never harms himself
but as you can see
from this trace of blood on my thigh
he sometimes
with out intention
punctures someone else's skin.
I'm not the only one.
Posted by on Wed, 06 Jul 2005 20:44:00 GMT |
In case you ever wanted to know..... |
If you want to understand why I am who I am there is only one piece of literature you ever need to read. And so it goes:
Flash
Innocence loosly wraped
in periwinkle florals.
I want him to kiss ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jun 2005 02:11:00 GMT |
