a t-shirt I've had since 3rd grade:

the longer you hold on to something, the more the outside world changes.

broken remote control

(literal and metaphorical haiku)

xenon and neon
atomic glow florescent
hypnotic plasma

untouchable dreams
wireless magic wakes me
breaking inertia

monkey business

"hello, directory assistance?"
"may I please have the number for adulthood. chicago, illinois."
"thank you."
"hi, I meant to schedule an appointment with you to get this whole process started a long time ago. I have a tendency to procrastinate."
"oh really, there was a cancellation this afternoon?"
"at 4 pm, you say. I don't think I can make it then, I sort of had plans to wander around aimlessly in the rain without a hat or gloves listening to emo crap I shouldn't like on my ipod until I catch my death of cold."
"tomorrow morning at 8? I don't know about that either, you see I'm not usually awake before 9:45 unless I've stayed up all night."
"next week? hmm, unfortunately I won't actually know what I'm doing next week until, well, next week."
"right. I understand. tell you what, do you think maybe you could pencil me in for some time after the first of the year?"
"fantastic."

disheveled

the only thing better than
first thing in the morning faces
is
first thing in the morning hair.

speechless

we use our eyes when we run out of words.