this is Neil Gaiman's personal library; which looks more like a video rental aisle


...jealous.

Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

Wouldn't it kind of be a compliment if the Devil wanted to make a deal for your soul? I mean, of all the souls out there...he's interested in yours.

RIVES I want you as my warrior...you can maybe listen to my Prince CDs and make yourself at home any time you'd like.

PROCRASTINATION IS LIKE MASTURBATION. AT FIRST IT I FEELS GOOD, BUT IN THE END YOU'RE ONLY SCREWING YOURSELF.

I found my new dream house.

BELIEVE IN KISSING

What Do Women Want?

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

-Kim Addonizio

I love books. Few feelings rival turning the page of a fantastic novel. As a result of my adoration for the written word, I have come to own many...dozens...maybe hundreds. I am proud of my collection that includes Murakami, Twain, Wells, Sexton among others and am comforted by the knowledge of their existence; regardless of my day I can come home and open MY book with MY notes scribbled in the margins. With new technological introductions such as the kindle and Ipad I'm concerned about the future of tangible books. It is true, I am beginning to feel guilty about the tree cemetery developing in my book case and have become far choosier about which books I purchase for this reason. But I find it hard to believe that nestling into bed with a computer screen will bring the same enjoyment as a REAL page turner. Am I wrong? Am I being closed minded about things I don't understand? If someday when we all switch over to downloaded stories will all our books be dumped? Someday will novels be considered outdated? I'm curious and a little frightful.

real life plot point

Just had a realization...
Upon graduation I will no longer be a student.
Not being a student means I'm dropped by my parent's medical insurance.
Without medical insurance if something happens, especially while abroad, I'm screwed.
With an increased chance of being screwed, hopes of traveling extensively are reconsidered.
Reconsidering means I envelop myself in a career that limits my flexibility to do the things I want to do.

This is a real life plot point that will dictate the excitement of future chapters.
...guess I'll be investing in some good vitamins and accept the challenge of avoiding ailment at all non-costs :)

Gives a less provocative meaning to "banana hammock"

Those bananas remind me of Bananas in Pajamas, maybe all anthropomorphic bananas remind me of the show? I'm curious if I were to encounter another animated cucumber if I would immediately refer to Veggie Tales. Funny enough, I don't think I'll ever come across another dancing cucumber that is not pickled and a cucumber isn't a vegetable! Neither is a tomato. The show should be called "Fruit Tales" or even "Produce/Flora Tales." With the public correction of what categorizes our produce, it's amazing how quickly the "vegetable" bin dwindled. Perhaps it wasn't the actual number of vegetables but things we prefer to be vegetables because they are tasty. I'm sure it's easier to convince a kid to eat a tomato than a beet. I wonder what we'll re categorize next now that Pluto is no longer a planet...nothing wrong with it but definitely intriguing.

a book comes to life

Sometimes I feel I would be more inspired to write

if I sat before a typewriter. Not only is it iconically vintage, but a typewriter's sole purpose is to materialize your words. I don't think anything poetic can be said about laptops with web browsing. Perhaps we should give it a few generations and wait to see what is said about the macbook.

Fuck the past.

EVERYBODY HAS A SECRET WORLD INSIDE OF THEM. ALL OF THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, I MEAN EVERYBODY. NO MATTER HOW DULL AND BORING THEY ARE ON THE OUTSIDE, INSIDE THEM THEY'VE ALL GOT UNIMAGINABLE, MAGNIFICENT, WONDERFUL, STUPID, AMAZING WORLDS. NOT JUST ONE WORLD. HUNDREDS OF THEM. THOUSANDS MAYBE.

- Neil Gaiman

I often forget that I am not the only overactive imagination at work.

I find that as my brain chemistry changes, my ability to express myself fails. A graph would be awfully useful to explain this phenomenon. At this point, I'm off the charts and my expression clearly reads "insane."

PS Happy Half Birthday to me!