Aura — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:38:27 +0000

What a dull day

Aura — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 15:51:06 +0000

Utilitarian Love Poem that might slightly impress Joey

Aura — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:24:52 +0000

You are aesthetically pleasing,
the reason for which I first noticed in you.
And later I found your personality equally pleasing.
I also noted your chest to waist ratio is suitable for birthing.
Therefore, I think you should live in my house.

Because it's accurate even though Joey won't be impressed

Aura — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 01:25:37 +0000

The only place a woman can go to be alone is the bathroom.
A woman would like to be wrapped in strong arms
when she cries, without having to explain,
or huddle on the couch wrapped in a blanket and a cat.

But all over America, women crouch instead
on a white, cold monument to wasting water.
We lean against a chilled tile wall,
stare at ourselves in an icy mirror,
flush the toilet to cover howls and curses,
brush our teeth twice to cover the taste of anger.
We lock the door, fill the tub with hot bubbles,
take a long time shaving our legs and armpits,
study the way waves break over bulging stomachs.

We scour the sink and rearrange the bottles under it,
refold towels, throw away old prescriptions,
count bandaids and bottles of suntan lotion.
We turn out the lights, stare into candle flames,
light incense, try to pretend we’ve taken our troubles
to a glowing temple, placed them in the lap
of a smiling golden Goddess.

Outside, men who wouldn’t know what to do
if a woman curled up in bed and cried
can relax before bloodless images on TV
and think, “She’s only in the bathroom
doing some woman’s thing.”
Behind a locked door, a woman
spins the empty toilet paper roll
like a Tibetan prayer wheel,
chanting “Help me, help me, help me.”

Source

I was inspired

Aura — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:36:02 +0000

I read an article today about a woman who threw a surprise party for her boyfriend’s birthday, but the whole birthday surprise party was actually a surprise wedding. She proposed to him, on stage, with everyone already there to attend the wedding, and told him that if he would be willing, she could have her wedding dress on in 10 minutes. That man never had a chance. I also read about how marriage is an outdated custom, and that people would (somewhat scientifically proven) be happiest if they changed partners every four years. Then I saw this picture, and now have a very strong urge to replicate it. And show off Windows Live Writer 2009 capabilities. It’s titled “Vicky y yo",” Vicky being fairly emily hainesesque, whose name feels much better not capitalized.

I'm on a train

Aura — Fri, 15 May 2009 21:53:19 +0000

With my flippy floppies.

Because I should

Aura — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:02:50 +0000

What’s in my bag today:

1. My actual bag, which isn’t inside my bag but rather just my bag.

2. NY & Company wallet

3. Two (2) Romanian key chains with house, car keys

4. My 80 GB Zune

5. My camera case

6. Prescription sunglasses

7. Cape Cod Zippo

8. Two (2) Tic Tac boxes

9. New Moleskine notebook and a pencil

10. Pencil lead

11. Penn ID and tokens

12. ATM Card and more pens and pencils

13. Extra Strength Motrin

14. Revlon hot pink lipstick

15. L’Oreal ColourJuice

16. Lancome Juicy Tubes

17. Rimmel Sweet Jelly

18. My baby Blackberry

2008 and 1/365 of 2009

Aura — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 02:52:49 +0000

This post contains a lot of pictures. That I don’t want on the front page. Because they take up a lot of space.

Christmas 2008

Aura — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 02:27:59 +0000

December 2008

Out of all the things under the tree this year

THERE’S ONLY ONE I WANT TO CUDDLE FOREVER!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!!!11!!11!!

The Book

Aura — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 01:51:48 +0000

Baby

I am making a book about a little boy.

He never grows up.

[And I am a pedophile]