I have terrible anxiety. I can't stop thinking. I can't sit still or sleep...so I'm going to make a list of things that make it worse and things that make it better. Having something to do helps ( Read more... )

I'm still writing my stupid book, Successor to the Godfish. So far I have 14 pages and 4 major characters. I can't describe or establsih relationships between them. I also can't decide who is telling the story or whether certain parts are past, present, or future. Mostly, I have paragraphs of unrelated things happening. Anyhow, this is one that I  ( Read more... )

Cook all your noodles, then dump half of them into the trashcan. Use entire packet of velveta cheese that came in the box. Then dump on more cheese. And if you really feel like a fatty today, add a stick of butter and mush it with a fork until butter and cheese are a unified liquid.

Sometimes in dance class I don't understand what I am really supposed to be doing. I couldn't see the instructor so I started dancing with my shadow. Then I started jumping up and down in circles. I looked up and the entire back row was jumping up and down in circles too. If that isn't leadership, then I don't know what is.

I had a crazy idea that if I moved my furniture that my life would change.  It's desparate times. Don't laugh ( Read more... )

In the middle of an interview with Company X, I realized that I would rather lick toilets than sell life insurance. I remembered that my childhood dream was to take care of a baby elephant. I also remembered that I know someone who works at the local zoo. The next plan is to see if magic can be made!!

I am writing fiction for the first time (Besides all the lies I tell in my journal) It's getting done one paragraph at a time because I do not know how to make characters or a plot!!!!)

The Carlotta District

Cucumbers grew in the ditches. A piano was left in the street and shared by the community to play discordant songs during shotgun hippy weddings ( Read more... )

It is hard not to take rejection letters personally. I have received enough to wallpaper my bedroom and I just have to keep trying ( Read more... )

Did I ever tell you about my Burt Reynolds poster that I kept in the kitchen? James, my homophobic boyscout roommate, threatened to burn Burt. I made it clear that I had no qualms about setting his bed on fire if that were to happen ( Read more... )

Did I ever post the most recent version? I don't think I did. I have so many things to write/fix/illustrate. I want to publish something with art and this is one of the pieces ( Read more... )