knifeforkspoon

i am logan

<-- this is stuff i like

this is my internet home base

this is a compilation of people's embarrassing emails that i edit, sporadically

this is a blog i kept when i moved to los angeles just after university and was angsty and directionless, and this this is the blog i kept shortly after that when i was no longer in LA, but still angsty and without direction. i try not to be so blatantly emotional on the internet anymore, but it's out there, so it's right here
Mon May 19
“ There he was, walking down the street: unshaven, carrying some extra weight, wearing an untucked shirt at least a size too big for him. His hair looked as if he had started to put some effort into making it presentable but had been called away in the middle of the process, never to return. His hands, shaking a bit from last night’s drinking, clutched a cigarette and a newspaper, which he held at chest level to read, only occasionally looking up to make sure he didn’t bump into anybody. His stride was awkard, his demeanor was distracted, his gut stuck out prominently. I wouldn’t have noticed him, except I was passing by a large glass window which, because of the brightness of the sun, offered a full reflection. God, I really am a prize, aren’t I? Alex Balk in a post titled “Change my life”. I really, really like this. Self-deprecation at its best.