it's a kind of natural fact

last night i went to a party and slept in a tent with pictures of disney princesses on the outside.  cool tent. cold night. stupid girl. i should've gone home, for several reasons.

i saw bobby flay go into some new restaurant in saratoga today!  i did a double take and he gave me a weird look in his tight little designer jeans. i used to hate him.

i wish i could spank you with that big spatula, bobby. but tell me if max london's had any good food, i haven't checked it out yet.

i sat in my professor's house for 2 hours last night. he pried into my personal life for 20 minutes and talked about himself for 100, which was fine because he made tea for me to drink during his monologue.

last february, i spent a night dancing to my ex-boyfriend's band with another boy.  he gripped my arm so tightly that night, not in a controlling way, just a silent "please don't walk away yet." i'll never forget that, or the poem he wrote after that night or how fucking special it makes me feel every single time i read it

Slow Movement So Take Your Time

 

Dancing with you, I wasn’t really there, I

was everywhere else, I was hitting a fast-

ball over the third baseman’s cap, I was

in a tide of white water, I was in

Rishikesh, I was seeing my children

asking about god, in the other room I watched us,

peering in through the frosty glass, I spun

around your arm in the shape of an F

sharp from the bass, I was in the kitchen

making toast, saying hilarious things, I was

throughout your smooth, I dodged

a grimace towards your ex, I held hands

with witches and nymphs on sea-scraped

stones, I was the heat of your breath, I

curled around in your mind and slept for

twelve thousand years, I watched you

from the sleeve of my shirt, I watched you

slide in-tune with souls of men, I heard

you break through the rafters and pierce

the winter, I saw myself

from a falling piece of wood. 

in less than 2 weeks i'm supposed to sit in my first real poetry class... and the author of that poem is in it.

in less than 2 weeks i'm going to see a man with a 7 inch beard who will sound familiar but feel different

in less than 2 weeks i will be making money for learning about washington d.c.

in less than 2 weeks i will move in with 3 incredible girls

and in less than 2 weeks i will probably be this close |-----| to some kind of breakdown. help a sister out when that time comes.