the pet peeve list: a mental figment until now

-walking behind slow walkers
-false flattery
-intolerant people
-intolerant people who find themselves righteous
-blatant interruptions
-dull pencils
-unnecessary answers to simple questions
-erratic bus schedules
-my inability to find a good pair of jeans
-people who read over my shoulder
-busybody salespeople
-spring break snow...not peeved. confused.
-dreams that flee my grasp within seconds of awakening
-knowing that I have more yet can't place them...oh well. to be continued.

my best things

a blank notebook
a new box of crayons
the one with the sharpener
my iPod - my soundtrack
the goatskin djembe: own the groove
the secondhand Ibanez bass
my family
my friends
my roller-ball pens
..accidental rhymes
Beatles jigsaw
typewriter
good coffee
even better chocolate
my health
my wit
laughter
a healthy appreciation for bad jokes
a healthy obsession with classic cars
a smile, when you care to share it
love
life

What Do You Want?

"what do you want"
an inquiry commonly posed by
involved, overwhelmed persons
looking to find out as quickly as possible
AQAP
if only to offer it and be done with me
well since you're asking...
i want a new wardrobe for starters
old jeans. vintage rocker tees. my chucks.
i want too many pairs of chucks to possibly wear
i want the confidence to chop off my hair
i want a bright red Schwinn
i want a quaint apartment
with a laundry chute
i want it to look like an IKEA display
i want to be a journalist
i want to write about music
i want to listen to music professionally
i want to find my new favorite song
i want to be in a rock band
of course
the bassist
i always loved that bassist
i want to be a poet
and know it
i want to read enough poetry
to have a favorite
i want to be a favorite
i want to meet an admirer
i want to tell myself i'm worth admiring
and believe it
i want to read all the classics
and understand why it was labeled a classic..
i want to watch every 5 star movie
4 stars is okay too
i want to marry John Cusack
i want to marry?
yes. i suppose.
my self-sufficient mentality can only last so long
and that's okay
i do want love
i love to collage
i want to collect handmade wonders
i want to place my thoughts inside them
on their beautiful papers
i want another piece of college-ruled paper
music to my eyes
i want so much
and most of all
i want to be really really good
at being who i want to be