Moving From One Coast to the Other
I get the simple urge to rid myself of various things every now and then, picturing in my head a reptile shedding its skin and starting anew. That’s me, I say to myself. That’s what I’m doing now.
When It Hurts
When I was little, I’d constantly forget to eat. I’d run around for hours, exhausting my energy supply, until the minute my hunger pains struck. Like a paper deck of cards, I’d collapse wherever I was, hands on my stomach and a whimper creeping out the sides of my mouth. Later in life, I learned how not to let it get this far, though I still wouldn’t consider myself finely in tune with my body.
I’m A Lady
I remember the first Santogold concert I attended back in 2008 when she was really starting to blow up. I dragged a friend out with me, before he became my man, and made him buy my drinks. At the venue, we ran into an old high school acquaintance of mine. “Are you two together?” was …
Things Change
The hurt, the resentment, the anger, all of it fades over time. It’s true. Now you can look back and see the past happiness you forgot was there.
27 Is The Age For Love
In a few months, maybe I’ll find myself actually engaging in romantic relationships where longevity is an actual possibility. Or maybe I’ll just keep dating the hell out of this city, until it cries uncle. I mean, I need something to occupy my time.