elsewhere:

i'm here now.

bye.

oopth.

Well, I meant to write everyday for a week, but then some friends from Chicago came to visit.














The day after my friends left, my mother came to visit. She taught me how to properly cook salmon so that it retains moisture and bought me several gallons of iced tea. We spent most of her visit playing Uno and looking at Godiva catalogs. I cried when she left.

things that have made me cry this week:

from "The Book of Failed Descriptions"

9.
A birthday party and he'll have nothing to do with the inflatable castle, rented and set up on the lawn, only wants to run all afternoon, playing chase, tag-like game where I growl and laugh and lumber around the playground, his giggling, both of us laughing and roaring, and I catch him and he gets away and climbs to the top of the jungle gym where he looks at me with worry, and I know that the game is on break, that this is real, and I walk beneath him and he doesn't pause. He jumps into my arms, and I catch him

-Tod Marshall, The Tangled Line

txt: the P.M. edition

Omg, girl. Now we're waiting in line at soundbar. Omg, now I know where all the Guess? clothes I sold went.


Y'all need to fall thru this party needs girls


Ugh the boys are getting coke and hookers


I'm drinking a long island ice tea on long island


Speaking of racism, some azn girl straight up said "nigger" in the bar


Damn he is gonna s the d!


FOR A MINUTE I THOUPGHT THIS DUDE HAD A GIANT ERYKAH BADU TATOO ON HIS CHEST BUT IT'S JUS A TAN TSHIRT


Omg I am srsly on a party trolley. Kill myself.

duel of teeth and lilies

These days I'm homesick and thinking plenty about Lorca. Sounds like a bummer, I know, but there are people helping me out. They include but are not limited to:








Otherwise, it's All Quiet on the Midwestern Front. It snowed in Iowa City the other day, which is both the half and the whole of it. My father calls from Davao to tell me about the progress on the fishpond that he's building. And here I am still thinking about Santiago.