• 2011

    Good vibrations: 10 November 2011

    Good vibrations: black-tipped nails, sweatshirts over dresses, almost finishing a book and starting another, secret uninhabited parts of London that aren’t touristy, cloudy gray mornings with coffee and thick socks and braided hair and alone, wearing the same clothes over…

  • 2015

    The way he walks: 12 de mayo de 2015

    We walked around the city last night after smoking paraguayo, which still had an earthy, thick smell of real marihuana, and the whole time all I could think about was the way he walks and what it says about his…

  • 2015

    Armando la carpa, desarmando la carpa: 16 de marzo de 2015

    Sandy Birkenstocks, tea in a thermos, children’s books en español, selling burbujeros to the tourists in the weekend market and on the beach, armando la carpa, desarmando la carpa, esperando en el sol, everything dirty and filled with salt and…

  • 2015

    Dim lights and jazz music: 01 de abril de 2015

    Dim lights and jazz music. Today I wanted to be a hippie, a reporter, Buddha; a person with perfect calm confidence and no doubt. You are a person of talent. You, you have got something special. I feel pressured to…

  • 2015

    I wanted to go to El Buen Dios: 05 de marzo de 2015

    I realized I never talked about that night last week at my guy friend’s apartment, when I wanted to go to El Buen Dios, because I’ve been there twice and I don’t remember anything from either time (thanks alcohol), but…

  • 2015

    Unblocked: 28 de febrero de 2015

    Well, Manuel unblocked me, I knew he would. Some people I work with went out the other night and they saw him at the bar! Dan talked to him, drunken Canadian con una onda buena. And then Manuel texts me,…

  • 2015

    A guy: 17 de febrero de 2015

    So I got a waitressing job last week for the weekend. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The guy that called to tell me was the guy I handed my resume to: young, dark hair and skin, thick glasses and a broad smile,…

  • 2015

    Jesús María: 21 de enero de 2015

    I keep putting off writing about the other night when we went to Jesús María, where there is a rodeo or something but we never went to it. Instead we bought cheap sangria in this huge night street market and…