Being the daughter of a minister trained me to be polite and sincere to the most awful of people. One might even mistake me for a pushover when they see me being accomodating to someone who is nothing but rude or inappropriately demanding of me. Easily, one could dismiss me as someone who takes a lot of shit from people. Perhaps I do. Honestly, ( Read more... )

All of my belongings are currently stockpiled in the next room, a dining room of a friend's. Whole food bags sit with last minute items and bed linens piled high inside. Boxes from old workplaces, Barnes and Noble's mostly, liter the countertop and spill onto the floor. It's telling: the disorganization, the pale blue satin prom gown folded into a ( Read more... )

I hate money and my want for money and most of all, my need for money. Needing money is honestly the most awful thing. There's nothing noble or artistic about scraping by. It's exhaustion and compromise and anxiety. The worst thing is that this isn't even as bad as it can get ( Read more... )

After two weeks of unemployment, I can happily say that I am once more employed.

I start at the Black Sheep on Friday.

it's been a long couple of weeks. bear with me.

Mum ( Read more... )

Inquiring minds want to know ( Read more... )

1- My uncle once: had a near-death experience ( Read more... )

My Request: Five guilty pleasures.

1 - Pastries. I could and have binge(d) on them.
2 - Francesca Lia Block novels.
3 - Talking about the characters of whatever I am currently writing as if they are real people. On a fairly regular basis.
4 - Unspeakably trashy pop music (In small doses.)
5 - Pretentious novels.

Colored lights or white lights? White lights ( Read more... )