The Scribble Faster blog, this thing right here, is finally closed down. It started as a diary, became a writing exercise, and eventually was just a drain on my time. There are other projects I want to work on, other things that must be written, and

Erin asked me if he made my head fuzzy and my stomach do flips and I told her no, that was the problem. I liked him fine but didn't feel that way around him, so I was confused about what to do next. It was almost two years ago, and we stood in the

They were everywhere, and all of a type. Full and thick and long past the chin of the five boys we spotted wearing them. Even the DJ at the bar had one, incongruous with his hip plaid shirt and slim-cut pants and heartfelt dance moves to the hip-hop

it's fall it's fall! the time for leaves to change and apples to be picked and animals to hibernate and people to hold hands and match up and hide away for the winter too. it's fall and time to fall in love.

First you miss the sex. The groping and sweating and complete release. The after. The quiet open moment resting next to each other when it’s safe to share all your secrets. The gentle kisses that hold the promise of snowballing into something

for all my talk of boys and music, I really owe all my musical taste and knowledge to Meg and Jay. and woxy.com. music makes my world go round. thanks ladies.

He made you a mix tape/Do you understand?/He made you a mix tape and he put all his favorite songs on it, just for you./He called you up/On the phone/Even though you gave him your number/And talked to him for two hours before that/And laughed at his

We grew up in a land of pizza places and churches and the deification of all male youth. Relief was a 30-minute bus ride away, to the city where we used to hang out in the "pit" with the blue-haired punk wannabes and run around the street

Someone left me a comment once and it said "all you do is try to make yourself look cool." And I thought, "No I don't," because I don't. Because everything I have written here has aimed for true, not cool, because being cool serve

A friend I hadn't seen for months came to town, bringing her five-year-old daughter to visit family. We went to lunch and caught up and when the hour was up I went back to work and they continued on to find more parks and swings. Half an hour after

One night in mid-July I went out with the derby girls, even though I knew I shouldn't. One drink and an hour turned into many drinks and 1 a.m. by the time I got on the train and into a pseudo-philosophical discussion with Pink about the nature of

Here is how it would go in the movies: You spend months denying your attraction, stating to all who will listen that you are not impressed, that he is not the man for you, that you outright loathe him. He is very loathable after all, the way he's

When we were young we were accepted and popular or we were ostracized and loners or we got along fine, but whatever we were we thought we understood friendship. Friends meant someone to play kickball with, someone to trade toys with, someone who

The other week I got an email from someone who'd taken my picture at the last bout for a story his college magazine was doing. "Here's a funny story," he wrote me. "While looking through our photographs, 10 staff members thought you wer

When Jay X asked me one hot and frustrating summer day if I was still serious about leaving New York, I answered. leaving? i don't know. i'm always leaving. except, clearly, not really. actually, i think much of this year is about waiting

Once, during a break-up, one boy got clearly fed up with me being sad and confused and dramatic and not getting over things quickly as far as he was concerned. Here is what I wish I'd said to him:

They walked through their lives convincing themselves they were finding joy in little things. Spitting tiny black seeds out of a ripe watermelon slice on a summer Sunday afternoon.

"No one hangs out in New York," I said to Allie. "That's part of the problem." She wanted to know why so many of her friends ended up hating the city and were so relieved when they left. I was throwing out theories and anecdotes t

this is what my horoscope says today: It's official; summer is over. Endings are nature's way of making room for new beginnings, and new beginnings are what you are all about. Set aside time to think about all that has happened since last spring a

i got my bike fixed on sunday, finally. i couldn'tmake the decision to put down the $$ for new wheelsbecause everyone told me it was smarter just to buy anew bike. but in the end i love the one i have anddidn't want to put out the effort to find a ne

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Today is Talk Like A Pirate Day. This makes me a little melancholy, for reasons best left unexplained. But I hope you enjoy today, and find all the buried treasure you go looking for.Here is something I wrote nearly a year ago, appropriate for the oc

She had the feelings locked in and it hurt sometimes but they were real. Then it was the memory of the feelings. Then words about the memory of the feelings, and it began to be too far away to touch. Yes, it had hurt sometimes, but this was much much

Someone called "VoterKelly" left this comment on this entry today:That pretty much sums up everything about you and everything I see in this blog. It's all about me me me me me me me me me me me me.You're the only person that doesn't notice it.

not even me sometimes.but that's the problem, isn't it? because really, it's all i think about. a constant static continuously running through my mind, barging to the forefront or fading into the background but always, always there.and i've been wait