I open the door. The Boyfriend was on my bed, overly relaxed. He was waiting for me, no doubt. Splayed across the bed like a pile of clothes fresh from the cleaners. That was misleading though because I knew the potential of those particular set of clothes. Like a magnetic disruption, the moment I approached within reach, they would writhe and grope, pull and press.
He smiled and jerked his head to the side. Come closer, it told me. Next to me. Now (please!)
I stalled at the door a moment. Then, came closer.
The Boyfriend became more attentive as I came closer. Dropped the hazy, lazy sherade. Oh I bring him so
Current Residence: Brooklyn Favourite genre of music: industrial Favourite photographer: that abandonedplaces.com guy Favourite style of art: industrial Operating System: whatevers on this mac MP3 player of choice: muvo2 Shell of choice: turtle Skin of choice: bears or otters Favourite cartoon character: catwoman from batman the animated series Personal Quote: thank you for being alive
Usually I write these journal entries in the summer, but I hardly go on here anymore. I'm now working at W. W. Norton in eMedia production, which is quite a different world from print production at Oxford University Press. Aside from working on a novel for NaNoWriMo (which I swore I'd never do) I haven't been doing much of anything, creatively anyway. Well, anything good enough to post :) I do have an origami ship I made that I think I'll post right now.
Most of my free time is spent playing WoD now... which is pretty much all I look forward to these days.
So why is the Annual Feature my "Erotic Story"? Strangely enough (just kidding...it's
I've come a long way... from 3 people crammed into a tiny (as in we all slept on the same bed) bedbug/roach/fly-infested Brooklyn apartment, 2 of us without jobs, living on about $5/day... wow that sucked. To today, my fiance and I living together comfortably (still in Brooklyn). I graduated from NYU and, after looking for a job pretty much since I moved to NY (that's two years), I found one. I work in the production department at Oxford University Press. Great place to work. It is nice to have money. Now that school's done and I don't have to worry about money all the time, I can start being creative again. I haven't really written anything
Wow. It is amazing how much can change in a year. Last year, I wrote about not getting into any grad school, and applying for lame jobs that had nothing to do with anything I studied in undergrad (which was english). After all that, I was ready to be a hairdresser, again. Which sucked.
Well, let's just flip all of that around for this round. Soon after last year's feature, I flew out to New York, met with the director of the NYU Masters in Publishing director, and ... sort of begged to be let into the program. I guess she took a chance with me, because I was accepted (one of the last people accepted into the program). That was a big deal for