super sonic

and so i find myself back here, yet another little crevice of the internet. it's been a while; i know i've gotten older, but i don't feel i've gotten much wiser. instead of becoming more confident in my "abilities," i am now pretty much terrified of writing, and not even sure literary journalism is the right path for me. talk about reassuring! i am lazy, i don't try hard enough, and i am scared of too many things. if you ask me what i like, i don't respond with "reading" or "writing" or "poetry" or "independent film" or "art history" or anything vaguely academic or interesting. i like babies, pictures of cute babies, pictures of cute babies in awkward/unusual situations, and wearing sweaters. oh and pandas.

check out this lil guy.

so i guess i'll be updating sporadically. or not at all. i will try, though.

french toast motorbike, will you take me home tonight?
you know i got nowhere else to go.