misha writes. a lot.

"The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits."

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 23:09:31 -0800

“The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.”

- Albert Camus

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Sun, 07 Mar 2010 23:03:29 -0800

A Game for Two

Sun, 28 Feb 2010 02:39:58 -0800

Cold numbed the tip of
her ass
outside the reach of the
heat
to release tension
people were
fucking
pressed together for a kiss they would never finish.
People were always
blaming her
they were just jealous
Nobody ever really loved a lover.
She liked
their white bed,
From the outside it looked like death.

An arrangement of words stolen from pg. 3 of the novel “Paint it Black” by Janet Fitch with original punctuation and capitalization intact.

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Sat, 27 Feb 2010 19:54:04 -0800

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Sat, 27 Feb 2010 19:51:02 -0800

"…if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your..."

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:08:07 -0800

“…if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.”

- Stephen King

"She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or,..."

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 23:50:06 -0800

“She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.””

- Jeffrey Eugenides

Have to say I’m digging this show right now. So much...

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 12:45:00 -0800

Have to say I’m digging this show right now. So much heart, so many perfect and interesting character choices, and anything that can make me disassociate the annoying voice overs Shiri Appleby did on Roswell, with her as an actor, and actually make me like her, is gold in my book.

"But sitting there with all of these people looking at me and saying, 'This is what it would look like,' is crazy, because a script is already a description of a thing. It's a description of a movie. So to be describing a description of a thing...it's just existential madness to me, you know?" - Guinevere Turner

Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:27:27 -0800

Gold. For the longest I couldn’t quite put into words why the act of pitching was so irksome to me, so thank you Guinevere Turner, thank you very much.

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Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:43:21 -0800

My mother was an Olympic gymnast trainer

Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:26:49 -0800

My mother was an Olympic gymnast trainer

Why Taylor Swift Offends Little Monsters, Feminists, and Weirdos

Mon, 22 Feb 2010 18:09:00 -0800

Why Taylor Swift Offends Little Monsters, Feminists, and Weirdos:

Gold. I like Taylor Swift, and my itunes is graced with the presence of a few of her songs, but this article is filled with little gems too on point to ignore, such as this —

“If Swift’s work connects with teenage girls, it does so on the most simplistic, reductive territory of all: pining for boys, walking in the rain, kissing in the rain, crying drops of tears on her guitar, driving in trucks with cool boys, wanting boys she can’t have, more rain, more letter-writing, more stalking, more broken hearts, breathing problems as a side-effect of broken hearts, fairytale princess this, white horse that, more pining at the window, more psuedo-stalking, more incomplete hearts yearning for your touch, and one song that misinterprets Shakespeare and The Scarlet Letter so criminally I’m certain she’s never read either.”

and this —

“I mean, she’s pretty clear in “Fifteen” — really the only song where Taylor has an actual female friend — that “Abigail gave everything she had to a boy, who changed his mind, and we both cried.”
I’ll spare you the time of listening to the song and give it to you straight: Abigail had sex with a boy, and later they broke up. That’s right. No marriage. She gave him all she had.
That’s right. All Abigail had was her hymen.”

All the Sad Young Virgins

Sat, 20 Feb 2010 22:30:56 -0800

His hand on her knee.
Suddenly, she had to go.
Why were they going so slow?
Careful
Silence.
It had been five days since
he’d said.
good fucking riddance.

An arrangement of words stolen from pg. 6 of the novel “Paint it Black” by Janet Fitch with original punctuation and capitalization intact.

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Sat, 20 Feb 2010 22:27:48 -0800

"I’m a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy."

Fri, 19 Feb 2010 16:28:00 -0800

“I’m a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.”

- Oscar Levant

Ghosts

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 01:53:00 -0800

a glass of milk standing up at the sink.
cutout hearts
light from the kitchen window pouring over her.
white on white in the colorless light
snowflakes
“What happened?”
All she heard was the roar of blood in her ears.

An arrangement of words stolen from pg. 9 of the novel “Paint it Black” by Janet Fitch with original punctuation and capitalization intact.

French Connection - “The Woman” “These men...

Sat, 13 Feb 2010 11:39:00 -0800

French Connection - “The Woman”

“These men come…pfft, it matters not. This is the woman, and this is the way of things.”

So many ways to interpret that statement. Gold.

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Sat, 13 Feb 2010 11:27:45 -0800

Gold.

Sun, 07 Feb 2010 16:50:56 -0800

Gold.

He did this thing, this thing that was infuriating and magic all at the same time. He cared. Enough...

Sun, 07 Feb 2010 13:35:55 -0800

He did this thing, this thing that was infuriating and magic all at the same time. He cared. Enough for the both of them. Because god knows she couldn’t. Or a better word is wouldn’t. She wouldn’t care. She hadn’t for along time, and she became comfortable. Being alone had become comfortable. And there were so many excuses that made it easy to stay comfortable. So many excuses that worked on paper, but in the end, were just that…excuses. He cared. He was the one she liked the most…but she was a creature of comfort.