your place or mine?

i am constantly listening to tegan and sara (thanks, jon) and one song in particular, "take me anywhere," has been in my head for the last few days. it sparked this haiku.

take me everywhere
you've always wanted to go.
take me home with you.

sigh...

i hate the way it makes my hair, clothes, and hand smell but i still do it. after boring classes, after long afternoons in the office, after a bowl... my trusty parliament lights and zippo have conspired against me and are planning my death.

cigarette in hand,
smoke lingers above my head;
i breathe easier.

is anyone home?

i hardly ever see my roommate and nowadays, she hasn't even been coming home to sleep so it's like i live in the apartment by myself. it's nice because i can sit around in my underwear eating cheetos and drinking a beer and watching project runway and melrose place and not feel like such a bum. but sometimes, it can get a little quiet.

unbroken silence
permeates through every cell
as i sit alone.

wai?

i sleep with my cell phone on my bed side table and when it vibrates, it scares the shit out of me, especially when it's 3 am. but i'll still pick up and have a conversation because sometimes, the best time to talk is when no one is awake but us.

early morning calls,
barely awake responses;
it's good to hear you.

party hard

i feel like most of my december was spent partying. i spent a week in nyc and it was there where i would place my number one most embarrassing drunk moment. please don't ask. and the long weekend in san francisco with las hermanas tu and honorary hermana stevie was just one giant drunken/high new year's party. oh, it's been a fantastic winter break.

bruises all over--
reminders of a good night;
stop drinking (for now)...