June 2007
1 post
May 2007
5 posts
i wrote this for an essay competition, and i...
Slosh, slosh, slosh. My faded black rain boots trudged through the cloudy rainwater, making ripples and tiny whirlpools in each glossy puddle. I’ve always loved the rain. Each step I took sent a cascade of aquatic fireworks, illuminated and colored by the fierce city lights. Every tiny explosion of red, green and gold only added to the display below my feet. The city has always astounded me. It...
so she got hit by a rickshaw
how on earth do you get hit by a rickshaw
i dont know, she just did.
My beef with coffee table books.
I like books. I like coffee tables. I do not like coffee table books. Coffee tables can’t read.
these are a few of my favourite things...
i’ll cross this bridge when i get to it. 1. cliches.
“annie, there’s a big lobster behind the refrigerator. i can’t get it...”