I believe 2006 was one of my most ambitious and pretentious years as a writer. I tried my hand at just about everything, from 25+ forms of poetry to the personal essay to fanciful languages (which I took notes for class in, and read afterwards) to Disney song parodies to short fiction trying to encapsulate my fangirl-laced sexually confused dreams to co-authored novels to “"songfic”“ (a popular form of fanfiction in 2006) to articles for a Redwall e-zine on how to build characters. none of it was good. none of it was the worst of the time, but none of it was good. adn I thought I was the shit. I saved documents with titles like "Exercises to learn Zaban” and “I Dreamed on November 15, 2005” and “Where Terrorists Lurk”. I took everything SO SERIOUSLY, I

for those who weren’t there, or hadn’t remembered, let me remind you: I used to take sportS VERY SERIUOSLY

one year, probably my most fanatic about ALL sports, coincided with me taking a poetry class at the community college. and there are. some gEMS:

I want the grasses to bow their verdant heads,
Prostrate themselves before they are freed of their roots,
Flung into piles of erupting green flame.

I want the sea of concrete to still its waves,
Tranquility ruling empty lots,
The only movement that of spying birds.

I want golden horses to graze the barren fields,
Want them to eat greedily of dry earth
And leave coded hoofprints in their wake.

this goes on for TWELVE



mls-classics replied to your post: dammit. I wish there was more pizza.

It is not yet 10 for you, fren. Go sexy-voice a pizzeria and summon a fresh-faced-flustered lad with another one.

BEST part of this is that the last pizza delivery person was a girl, and red-haired and boot’d and plaid’d and adorable, and I was a bit flustered and tipsy when signing her receipt. oops

second cider thoughts: today my next-door coworker revealed literally his greatest weakness. it’s a physical thing, I could use it against him at every moment. now, my friend, now I will punish you for your year-and-a-half-long crush on me

I think there’s room in my morality to be a smug bitch sometimes :’)

clearing my head of this week with a cider. live long and prosper.