Published January 9, 2013
I would believe everyone in Korea drives around in love and/or crying. Somehow, they are trained to look around the hearts bugging out of their eyes and/or tears. However, the number of car accidents which are the “meet-cutes” of these couples would lead me to believe that unemotional Korean drivers are worse than the emotional distressed ones.
I find it hard to drive even if I am just sneezing.
Published December 13, 2011
I wrote this senior year of college.
You know in a movie when you get mad at the girl walking ahead of her friends.
Why are you walking ahead–don’t you know better.
I realized that I was getting mad because she didn’t know she was in a horror movie.
The beauty is in the walking. We are betrayed by destinations.
There are many Gwyn Thomas, apparently. I am not sure if this is the poet or the novelist. But then, I am assuming things; perhaps he is the cricketer. The Yogi Berra of Cricket.
Published May 26, 2010
The best thing about getting a concussion last weekend is that everyone asked “how do you know you have one?” Like I diagnosed myself. Oh cruel world, I have indeed accepted that I am not Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman.
I just brushed my teeth with seltzer.
It felt peculiar. The intermediary rinsing stages created a tooth paste soda—rather like an old tymey egg-cream. I do love a good egg-cream (this did not resemble a good one).
Ohhhh-oh, Boston is my home.
Published May 3, 2010
Tags: dreams, Iceland
me: I had a dream, where I was breast-feeding on a plane to iceland.
me: it was really ominous
Michelle: babies and volcanoes
Michelle: lots in your subconscious
me:I didn’t think of the VOLCANO
me:I am so fucked up.