go on and take a bow.

I'm a tight rope walker on one side below me lies my rent utilities and groceries the other my crippling motivation for education. The end of this tight rope there will be an illuminated and or so I think, it may just be more years working at Barnes and Noble while being submerged in loan payments for the next fifteen years. Successfully holding my balance above such treacherous waters is a thrill in itself that when  I realize just how thin this rope is my fear keeps me from moving forward. 

Lucky Strike

" Nostalgia delicate but potent, in Greek means the pain from an old wound. it’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again." - Don Draper , Episode 13 Mad Men.....I tweaked it because it was his ad pitch. 

First page new story that I may or may not continue

It was four o’clock in the morning the New Years Eve party was dieing down. In the attempt to resurrect any sort of buzz I started sipping a glass of some red cocktail I found in the kitchen so slowly that I could see the air bubbles between the crimson liquid going up the clear straw. I then realized how effeminate I must look but who cared. Sitting on my friend Matt’s porch listening to the retards in the living room playing guitar hero, I felt so far removed from them. I light up a number 27 and look into last years snow still on the ground from Thanksgiving break. Man, I remembered when Connecticut would actually get blizzards.  I get nostalgic on New Years, which sucks. Letting the ash fall from my smoke onto my new Addidas I pretend like I have no past, I’m a random dude pondering on a stranger’s porch shivering under my hoodie. Thinking deep on New Years is so cliche.

Random directions!

Sometimes my creativity hides when I submerge under piles of stress....SO I LIST MY POTENTIAL FUTURE ! 

(I am aware of this not being blog worthy)

I am trotting around the United States

I see a dude in my new neighborhood coffee shop that looks like Harold and Maude's Bud Court

-Am I in Love?

I tend to capitalize every word accept for, "and", "the" .... those little guys are not worthy of capitalization in my stubborn mind....

Its not that I am not smart I just know that I never paid attention in school grades 1- 10 

Kindergarden I picked up the alphabet before most 

I never wanna leave coffee shops ....I AM ALWAYS TEMPTED TO BUY ANOTHER COFFEE!

ITS WHAT GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY

haha since I have been calling so many farmers through oregon i wanna write  a short story about a young woman who doesn't wanna take over the family business. 

I think caffeine makes me too happy...stupid addiction

Songs of the season

Red Red Wine

We Are Nowhere and its Now

Dont Think Twice Its Alright 

Nod to Carrie Bradshaw

         As I flipped through my September issue of Cosmopolitan on my flight across America, one of the only successful distractions I have from my fear of flight, I quote catches my eye. Jon age 27 states, “ If the tats were on a womans back they’d be distracting during sex in certain positions”. I immedietly ditch the ever so humorous “Naughtest thing I’ve Ever Done” article back tracking to the intriguing “guy opinion” on page 76.  The guy opinion topic of September was on girls with tattoos. “Hmm” I curiously muttered quietly not to wake my sleeping neighbor. Jon’s quote continued, Looking down and seeing a rose with an angel hugging it would throw off my rhythm” I could barely contain my laugher, at the possible thought of a woman contemplating getting a tattoo for years and having a sudden epiphany reading this article, “ what if Mr. Right rejects me after we first make love, because my tattoo throws off his doggy style jack hammer?”  My hysteria turned to woe when I realized this article wasn’t intended to be taken with a grain of salt, it was serious to women who give Cosmo its reputation.  Hundreds of women must have listened to Jon’s “wise” words, I am glad I am not one of them. I too can be a hopeless romantic, but could society's extreme search for love and happiness be... ready brace yourself.... PATHETIC? 

“Despite the fact that there are over eight million people on the island of Manhattan, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine". 

Yes Blog

I seem to have writers block for my first blog......

Question is...Why am I posting....HM???