Drunk again. And ridiculous as always. Goddamn.

Dealing with death long-distance (both space and time) is difficult. You catch flashes of memory- a front door, a family of faces, brown curls, big eyes. And when I'd heard, long-distance, without details, my mind tried to parse it out- car wreck? drinking? drugs? What else ever happens to young people? And then the reality of the situation- a gun ( Read more... )

The improv conference has become Murphy's playground. Snafus with instructors, hotel arrangements, workshop spaces, funding. Can't do it again. Just can't. If we can get enough people here, the money issue will work itself out. Everything will work out. I'm just tired of having to get it there.

Bwah! I cannot talk to your face! There should have been more jello, but there wasn't! I will make a pizza! Yes? Yes ( Read more... )

Because what I most need in this world is more hurdles.

The breeze and the sun make me transparent.

A smile doesn't mean the same in reflection.

That's why I always bring a book.

Sweaty (recovering from sweaty) and drunk. Many bodies, most with clothes on, jumping, squirming, smashing, flailing. Sean said dry humping. I will ignore that. Good ska, good rock, bad beer. That time of night when the music matters exponentially more. Much jumping, squirming, flailing on my part. Familiar faces, unfamiliar faces. Reeking of smoke ( Read more... )

So I haven't been very good at this updating thing. And part of it is the idea that I don't have anything to say, though the counterpoint (and probably much of the truth) is that I'm just too lazy to say it eloquently, or at the very least, in any way that promotes interest (just harsh self-critique?) and for some reason, that continues to be of ( Read more... )

My eyes are sleepier than the rest of me. Over-intake of glowy boxes is the most likely cause ( Read more... )

The conference line-up has been decided.

Also, Josh and I bought a big new TV.

And I cleaned the bathroom.

Ooh, also I'm spending a lot of time with a puppy. His name is Cipher.

Yup, that's the last month of crazy-Shiba-living.

(And you wonder why I don't update.)