six random things

1. when the only males who come on to you are your middle school students, old guys in caribbean restaurants and men whose cars don't work, maybe you should consider relocating.

2. if i were on twitter, i would follow this guy.

3. i'm going to flush three ice cubes down the toilet right after typing this entry, in hopes that it will cause a snowstorm big enough to require school cancellations on monday. my goddaughter taught me this. my feet are already cold.

4. these are the books i'm reading (slowly but with the best of intentions) all at once: "eros the bittersweet" by anne carson, "uncommon grammar cloth" by cheryl pallant, "wind in a box" by terrance hayes," teaching english abroad" by susan griffith.

5. i just ordered a proof of my chapbook yesterday. did i say that in my blog from yesterday? damn, i might have to edit this.

6. everything i've ever felt about communication and its responsibilities is summed up in this poem.

"here comes that new day ..."

if you time it perfectly, all you have to do is go to sleep one night ... and when you wake up, it'll be next year. i didn't do that last night, but i'm comforted by the fact that it's possible.

i'd like to leave the country ... say, tomorrow. i've been researching some u.s. expat websites so that i can bug successful runaways about the how-to of this whole bit.. please tell me if you know of any.

this house smells like burnt things: popcorn, milk, plastic, toast. is that a sign that people live here?

i want to read everything terrance hayes has ever written.

i'm not prepared to simultaneously be a realistic person and a mother. the thought of my little girl being told "no" after tiptoeing up to some kid on the playground inquiring about whether or not her dress is pretty, makes me feel violent. nothing's fair, is it? humans suck. why'd i have to make one of my own?