Entries By Tomato
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drain
There goes any chance I may have had, down the drain. You and your goddamn pencil. Next time, remind me to check you for any projectiles before I take you out in public. Don’t cry; he’s only the love of my life.
Posted By Tomato On 01.16.2011 @ 8:45 pm
leap
Anne once told me you leapt like a gazelle, only minus the grace. That’s fine with me; you don’t need to have grace to be beautiful. I think that I would very much like to see you leap like a clumsy gazelle.
Posted By Tomato On 06.17.2010 @ 9:42 pm
bubbles
The kids were blowing bubbles in the backyard, and my sister was still pregnant. It wasn’t so long ago, but feels like forever. Things have changed so much in twenty days.
Posted By Tomato On 04.29.2010 @ 9:25 pm
pit
I got caught in a mosh pit once. It was terrifying. Flying elbows everywhere. It was like a horrible nightmare. I escaped eventually, with a couple scratches. Worst show of my life.
Posted By Tomato On 08.29.2009 @ 7:01 pm
match
I strike a match and hold it to my cigarette, hoping to God I won’t be caught. I cannot deal with another lecture from Brookes. Who does he think he is? My fucking father? All I want is a damn nicotene fix!
Posted By Tomato On 08.15.2009 @ 9:32 am
cleanse
Dancing in the cool night air barefoot. It’s not too hot, it’s not too cold. It’s just right. And the clouds in the sky are almost as beautiful as the freedom surging through my limbs as I flail about with the strangers whom have quickly become my friends.
Posted By Tomato On 08.10.2009 @ 9:55 pm
idol
He stands there, looking so grand and perfect. My life’s aspiration is to be just like him. To pick up my accordion and take off, playing in the streets. To be so amazing in every way.
Posted By Tomato On 08.06.2009 @ 10:20 am
idle
I’ve been in this place far too long, doing nothing of consequence or productivity. I need to move, to work, to make a difference. Yes, I’ve been here way, way, way too long.
Posted By Tomato On 08.05.2009 @ 5:53 pm
collapse
I feel like I’m about to collapse. I cannot remember ever feeling so drained; physically or emotionally. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to plan my underage friends’ baby showers. It makes me want to give mankind a beating.
Posted By Tomato On 08.04.2009 @ 9:58 pm
humid
The humidity is killing me. I’m sweating like a man, and it feels a good fifteen degrees hotter than it really is. The swamp cooler doesn’t do shit in weather like this. And these fans are driving me out of my goddamn mind.
Posted By Tomato On 08.03.2009 @ 6:07 pm
planet
This is the last place on the planet I want to be right now. I want to be in California; Lancaster to be exact. I need to get out of here, immediately.
Posted By Tomato On 08.02.2009 @ 7:06 pm
icy
She’s being a bitch today. So cold, like she doesn’t give a fuck that I exist. I hate it when she gets like this. It makes me feel small; unimportant. I do not like feeling useless.
Posted By Tomato On 08.01.2009 @ 12:04 pm
tiled
The tiled floor is cool beneath my feet as I walk barefoot through my dining room. Devendra Banhart is playing softly, and it smells like summer. It’s beautiful outside. It’s a good day.
Posted By Tomato On 07.30.2009 @ 5:40 pm
shallow
I called her shallow once. She still hasn’t forgiven me. That was two years ago. Everytime we get into a fight, she throws it in my face. It’s true, though. She has no thoughts that don’t consist of boys or food. She’s very shallow.
Posted By Tomato On 07.29.2009 @ 6:56 pm
drive
I would like to go for a drive right now. It’s rainy and it’s not too hot, and the day has been horrible. Maybe I’d get in the car and drive forever. Or maybe not forever, but until I got to Seattle. Yes, a drive would be nice. If I only had my license.
Posted By Tomato On 07.28.2009 @ 7:01 pm
pause
Pause. Just take a minute to think through what you’re doing. This has happened too many times before. Don’t take that drink from his hand. Don’t take a hit off his joint. Don’t take off your pants. Don’t do it. Just take a minute to think.
Posted By Tomato On 07.24.2009 @ 11:34 am
handle
handle. How will I handle this Handel award says George Balanchine, hunting for cleverness in the staid waters of award giving to a man who genius was fed on spontaneity on one not e after another.
Posted By tomato On 11.20.2009 @ 4:51 am
transmit
Sexually transmitted diseases scare the fuck out of me. Literally. Just the thought of them makes me want to be sick. Perhaps I’m being irrational. But it’s terrifying.
Posted By Tomato On 12.13.2009 @ 10:41 pm
shoes
I don’t wear shoes unless absolutely necessary. Why should I stifle my feet like that? I need to feel. Be it concrete, asphalt, carpet, sand, or tile, I love nothing more than the feeling of walking with bare feet.
Posted By Tomato On 10.29.2009 @ 6:31 am
gem
She’s beautiful. Such a beautiful little thing, and I can’t believe she came out of my sister. I can’t believe how blessed I am to have such a being in my life. She is our little gem.
Posted By Tomato On 10.26.2009 @ 8:57 pm
