a poem:

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

and i, like a dick

forgot to charge my 

GPS.

i haven't written anything in a long, long time.  not since the cobblestone and goodbye poems in May.  not much inspiration lately, but i'm thinking that might change in the very near future.

in other news, aside from buring my nose in literary theory and or consciousness studies, i've been lusting after the steampunk polyvore i found.  can someone please buy me a corset, pocket watch, and knee-high lace up boots?  the style is so incredibly sexy and i feel prettier just looking through the lovely album.  i also found this blog with lots of tutorials about steampunk mods.  it makes me want to stain my wood furniture dark brown and buy a clock that is just brass and gears to hang on my wall.  so much creativity looming on the horizon!

( i have to finish my painting first...eventually...i have a really bad habit of starting projects and never finishing them.  i still have cabinet doors in my car's trunk that i'm going to use as canvas, but not until i finish my dead tree.  meh.)