So remember those two shitty jobs ( Read more... )

Her name was Lola; she was an overweight post feminist twenty something. I think my landlord killed her ( Read more... )

So, after months of neglect, I'll give you a list of the things that have changed, just for good measure ( Read more... )

You all know by now that I do this fairly regularly: appear, disappear, reappear triumphantly for a few days, then vanish again never to return.

I'm not exactly consistent. Sorry 'bout that.

Again, I'm reviving this for the sake of essays and and short stories. I do my bitching to my friends. So, yeah. we'll have something here soon.

So, I really like sex ( Read more... )

I'll be entering my fourth year at a major university in three week's time. All the kids I graduated high school with have either finished college already, or never went to a university. I have people who've had kids, who've been married, who have good jobs, who are generally satisfied. And I'm still in school. Still in my safe little bubble of ( Read more... )

So, I think I want to be a children's author ( Read more... )

Would I be running away if I left this place, left school, work, everything, for a dollar-a-day job in a school lunchroom or driving buses and a two-room window a/c trailer? If only so I could live near the bay or the ocean or whatever you want to call that salt water puddle, and have margaritas for breakfast and not shower on weekends. To grow ( Read more... )

I'll be at Alligator Point this weekend. I honestly thought I'd never go back, even though it's not terribly far away or expensive or anything like that. It just seemed ethereal.

I love the taste of salt water.

Especially with tequila and lime.

It's damn near 4 am. How'd that happen ( Read more... )