Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
My darlings, we've reached the part in the story when our intrepid heroine puts away her much loved and dog-eared books, slicks lipstick across her pale kisser, stops hiding and wallowing, and zips up her wooliness to remember that she is single and fabulous. no question mark, single and fabulous exclamation point!
posted by lmjasinski at 8:45 PM