In a funk. For a while now. Can't seem to get myself excited about writing anything. We had a staged reading of one of my plays in November, and I thought I'd ride the enthusiasm and bounce back after that. But it hasn't been going well ( Read more... )

Please standby.

I went to a bar tonight just to get out of the house. I hardly spoke to anyone. I have seen the bartender three or four times before, so I smalltalked him a bit. "You still working the other spot? East Village? What was it called again?" I don't even remember what he said. Everyone else was coupled up, for the most part. I tried to toast a guy ( Read more... )

I've seldom had trouble making friends. Not to imply that I'm a social dynamo, just, I've always found my tribe and settled into a role with relative ease. The only time I really found this impossible was the 6 months where I was living in New Tampa, mostly because I was far enough away from the city proper, because the only people around were my ( Read more... )

A friend encouraged me to begin blogging again. I dismissed the notion at first, as it's led me to needless bouts with navel-gazery in the past. But it needn't be so, and I need more excuses to write ( Read more... )

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Few things -

I'm moving to New York City in less than a month. Pumped about it. Sad about it. Scared about it. Pumped about it.

This is my favorite song lately:

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I'mma try and write here a bit more. Unpack my brain, like. I get all noised up in there sometimes.

How was your Summer?

Lately, every time I see a hot girl walk by, I get so frustrated that I smash the front two knuckles of my right fist into the heel of my left palm. Naturally, the level of their hotness (usually their posterior being the "make-or-break" between hot and super-hot) determines how hard I punch. I am starting to hurt myself ( Read more... )

Fringe Festival ends tomorrow ( Read more... )