January 16, 2011


I just spent the last 20 minutes barking at the cat and procrastinating a shower.

I need more of a social life.

XOXO

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January 17, 2011


The Morning After

Your underwear
Are always the first thing to go missing,
Hiding under the bed,
Or tossed into some far corner.

He usually will get up first,
To make coffee, or go to the bathroom,
That is, if you aren’t ashamed enough
To have snuck out during the early dawn light
First.

You will have roughly 15 minutes
To regain some semblance of the well-pressed self-control
You had the night before,
Sans brush, and sans mirror.

His roommates will be moving noisily around,
With no clue or no care
That you might still be there.
They talk about eggs as you try to find all your rings,
Loose, like how you’re feeling about your morals.

You hold your forehead,
Sneaking glances at him in Ray Bans and a Sox hat,
From in between your fingers
As he drives you home.
You wonder if he’ll call again.

XOXO

- A poem from last semester’s Reading and Writing Poetry class in response to overly sappy and loving waking-up-and-looking-at-the-love-of-your-life aubades. The college equivalent. 

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January 19, 2011


Winter Gothic

The pond was frozen over and the wind had blown renegade snowflakes under the feeble plastic covering the car’s cracked windshield. There used to be two cars parked in front of the house on the corner— two matching Subarus, Mschef and Mschef2. Now Mschef2 was all that was left, deserted, snowdrifts piled along its running boards all winter long, for at least the third running winter in years. Overall, it was the sort of sad winter scene a depressed landscape artist would paint while contemplating if he really needed his left ear; if the world really needs to be heard in surround sound. Even the Canadian geese who hadn’t quite made the winter cut-off flying south who were now squatting by the pond looked like they were considering just ending it before having to go through another Vermont winter, and we all know how little comparable intelligence a goose possesses. There’s not a gently teasing idiot remark about it for nothing.

I used to drive by about 6 times a week during high school on the way to and from the barn, when it was occupied, in better times, and I remember thinking it looked like the sort of place I would want to know the kind of people who would get matching “Mschef” vanity plates and live in an old clapboard house on a wide corner of a country road and go swimming in their pond in the backyard. They were probably artists, I thought, the two Mschefs— projects got started, and never seemed to get finished, like the sliding doors on the north side of the house that, while installed, still looked raw around the seams and beams, like someone had found another project to worry at before they could finish fixing the trim. Ms. Mschef was probably a chef or caterer, the sort of a woman who always has a “To Do” list and is methodical yet nonchalant about getting it all done; Mr. Mschef seemed liked he’d be a house painter by day, and an abstract painter by night. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed handy around a house, yet scattered.

The house and car had been left vacant in the middle of those scattered renovations, the impedance unknown— a divorce; an affair; a death; an unplanned-for birth, perhaps. There are, after all, some things that just can’t be explained to a spouse. Why your newborn son looks more like the cashier behind the local general store and why you’ve been running more “last-minute late night errands” to get supplies for the next day’s “intimate rehearsal lunch for 12” is one of them. Now, left all exposed wood and pink insulation tufting out to be mauled at by small mammals and birds to feather their own nests, it resembles so much nothing better than a big stuffed Valentine’s Day heart, ripped apart, trailing entrails and the stuff two people thought would be enough to keep them warm. The only sign of life left on the property were those two Canadian geese out by the pond, and even they looked like they wouldn’t be sticking around for much longer, if they could help it. After tragedy, sometimes, the stench just remains.

XOXO

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January 20, 2011


The apartment is so cold my fingers and the tip of my nose are numb.

Too poor to afford turning the heat on.

However, not too poor to be buying a pair of heeled winter boots with fuzzy lining and actual tread.

College girl problems.

XOXO

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January 23, 2011


But still, sweetie,
You’ve got to keep tryin’,
Because what’s worth it in this life,
It isn’t free,
And it sure as hell
Ain’t easy.
But I will wake up early,
Just to be there and know it
Like I knew it when I was five,
And was the child
Who was never told that she wouldn’t find
What she was looking for.

- An excerpt from an on-going long poem, as of yet, still untitled. It’s my WIP— my Work In Progress.

XOXO

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January 24, 2011


Life in Firenze.

A year ago today I flew out.

Take me back.

XOXO

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January 25, 2011


Welcome To My Life.

embraceyourimperfections: When Mariska Hargitay/Olivia Benson or Law and Order: SVU is brought up in an everyday normal conversation:

You:

If they’re talking about Mariska/Olivia:

Or If they’re talking about SVU:

Everyone looks at you like:

While I’m stuck at home in bed thrashing around in discomfort with a raging infection and a fever that just won’t seem to break, SVU has been my godsend. That may be all I did yesterday after work. And that may be all I do today.

XOXO

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Via I'm bad. I'm dangerous.

It’s me. The cat. And my illness.
Three’s a crowd.
XOXO

It’s me. The cat. And my illness.

Three’s a crowd.

XOXO

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January 27, 2011


Girl Talk: What Women Want.

  • Caiti: I want this dress for my semi-formal next week.
  • Oh my god. It's so perfect. And so you!
  • Caiti: I knoooooooooow. And so $150.
  • Yeahhhhh...anyone you want to sleep with for money before next week? I joke, I joke...
  • Caiti: Hahahahaha, I wiiiiiiiiiiish.
  • Ohhhhhhhh noooooo, speaking of expensive things we can't afford but want desperately, one of my friends found a dog out in the blizzard in NYC and took her in for the night-- they're looking for the owners, but have a feeling she may have been dumped and she's SO CUTE and I WANT HERRRRRRRRRRRR. RESCUE A PUPPYYYYYYYY. FOREVER BE DESENSITIZED TO THE FEELING OF HELPLESSNESS AND DOING NOTHING TO THE ASPCA/SARAH MCLACHLAN COMMERCIALS.
  • Caiti: Omg....she's so cute.
  • WANT. HER. can't. afford. her. Even free. Can't afford to get her from New York, spay her, or feed her.
  • Caiti: Exactly.
  • GODDAMMIT. Well, think of it this way, you wouldn't have to spay or feed your dress.
  • XOXO

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What I miss most about living in Italy other than the Italian sunshine…the remarkably fresh, naturally-grown, unbelievable-tasting produce.
I LIKED eating vegetables in Italy.
XOXO

What I miss most about living in Italy other than the Italian sunshine…the remarkably fresh, naturally-grown, unbelievable-tasting produce.

I LIKED eating vegetables in Italy.

XOXO

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January 30, 2011


Me and Sex and the City 2 are enjoying NOT being single.

To all the single ladies, here’s the perennial single girl saying how nice it is to have someone pick your drunk ass up in front of the club at 2 AM and bring you to McDonalds to buy you a McChicken sandwich.

I mean, that’s above and BEYOND the call of duty. There are some things worth giving up the single and fabulous life to be not single and yet still fabulous for.

XOXO

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January 31, 2011


True Facts

"Why aren’t you like other girls and give up and stop fighting after three seconds?" he asked, cradling her hurt arm against his chest.

"Because I’m not like other girls," she told him. "I don’t mind getting rough, and I never give up."

XOXO

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February 2, 2011


A large cup of coffee my roommate brewed for me. A snow day. Sex and the City. And no clothes.

Add a few more tangible things, subtract a few bodily conditions, and it’s my idea of the perfect day. Sigh.

XOXO

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Sometimes I really betray my hair color and am quick on my feet and witty and nearly pedantic about academic things.
And then sometimes I forget the stick of butter I need softened is wrapped in foil, and I accidentally set the whole thing on fire in the microwave.
XOXO

Sometimes I really betray my hair color and am quick on my feet and witty and nearly pedantic about academic things.

And then sometimes I forget the stick of butter I need softened is wrapped in foil, and I accidentally set the whole thing on fire in the microwave.

XOXO

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