Monday, December 28, 2009

it's a good thing existential breakdowns aren't contagious.

i wish we didn't forget all the tiny details.
i wish everything i did felt like the first time.
i wish we still lived in our imaginations.
i wish i could go to the desert.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Feliz Navidad

Monday, December 21, 2009

we only come out at night



hit me.

this song is magic to my ears and to my new hat.

in no particular order, the past 12 hours have consisted of a few things: the sort of sunrise, ugly singing, the point, calm water, the winter solstice, pretty snowflakes, an abandoned church, awkward sleeping positions, a pull top tin can with three 19 year olds inside, tripping over cats, laying on the street, old ladies hugging old men in the middle of the street, bumping & jumping, thirteen, and a couple walks around the block.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

swap meet


Swap-o-rama used to be the coolest place to be Saturday mornings.
I went with my dad today, it cost 2 dollars to get in now. They believed my 48 year old father was a senior citizen. Saved us a buck. My dad has this new found obsession with buying perfumes. I think it's because the place he gets them from mixes them in front of you. I bought a cool hat for 7 dollars, and a one dollar unicorn from a trading card stand.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

burgandy


I just spent the past 2 1/2 hours on the phone with Diana. I miss her a lot. I miss her always being late. I remember when I moved to Houston and I tried to convince her mom to move with us, and the first time we ever went to eat out alone when we were only 13 years old, and talking about candy and our secret crushes. I miss the times we made our kitties dance to techno music, or all of the times her millions of birds (or two) would escape from their cages and I would freak out, until they were captured and Diana would laugh the whole time. I also miss the times when we would watch The Wedding Singer religiously during unplanned sleepovers. And when we would fall asleep watching Alice in Wonderland because we were both too afraid to actually watch it. And listening to her mom listen to Queen. I like how excited she gets anytime she sees anything burgandy.I remember when I called her the first time I was moving out of the "hood" with my dad, and being really sad. And I remember the first time she refused to leave her house during the summer after 8th grade when she had her first lady problem. I like that no matter how long we go without talking, we can pick up were we left off so easily.

Friday, December 11, 2009


The inside of my nose hurts and I can't stop sneezing, and this library smells likes cigarettes and hobos.


Benjamin: people are like watches.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

diaries


"Recently, when I got out of the elevator at my usual hour, it occurred to me that my life, whose days more and more repeat themselves down to the smallest detail, resembles that punishment in which each pupil must according to his offense write down the same meaningless (in repetition, at least) sentence ten times, a hundred times or even oftener; except that in my case the punishment is given me with only this limitation: as many times as you can stand it."
-Kafka

Saturday, December 5, 2009

i lost my thumb

I went to wicker park with my cousin today. It made me claustrophobic. Now we are at home, about to make hot chocolate. I love the holidays. sometimes.

Ana: *puts on new coat and new purse* i'm gonna go outside to try out my new coat.
Natalia: it's just a windbreaker, and it's like 20 degrees outside.
Ana: *walks outside for 2 seconds* it's still cold.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

the fire's out

to-do list:
read more patrick suskind
patiently wait for still life with woodpecker to arrive
get a kitty and name it linus or tom tom
find better things to blog about

currently:
working on christmas presents (and kind of failing)
waiting patiently for people to come home for the holidays
looking at pictures of kitties
not having much to blog about


Natalia: If you woke up one day and noticed that you were invisible, what is the first thing you would do?

Magali: I would run around naked.