Experiments in Tea

For several years now, I've been struggling with a certain caffeinated beverage that rarely comes canned in aluminum: tea. (Of course, now it does come in cans, and bottles, both of which are very probably disgusting and are doubtfully fresh-brewed.) Now, in spite of what most people seem to assume, I am from the South, where ( Read more... )

It's been a long time, I know. Since last I posted, the world has turned around about 351 times, I've declared a major AND a minor, and I'm sure you've learned to live without the constant details of my daily inanities. I believe we should consider that a shame ( Read more... )

If you assumed I was dead, you were once again wrong. Sorry. It happens.

Friends and meatsicles, it has been exactly one year since the epic post I like to call " Tropical Love." And I don't care who you are, that shit was funny. If you did not once grin, then your humor probably has a stick up its ass, which also happens. My three favorites:

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I began my novel on November the 2nd, officially behind, and have successfully managed to stay there for the duration of November thus far. I know exactly where I want the novel to go, I just seem to be having some trouble convincing it to get there. Maybe I'll pull about forty-thousand words out my ass before November ends. Maybe Thanksgiving ( Read more... )

I do believe that it doesn't portend well when one finds oneself commiserating with James Joyce, sympathizing with Edna Pontellier, and comparing people in one's life to characters in The Awakening. Next thing you know it'll be Jekyll and Hyde and Frankenstein, and god help us all then. I'm pretty sure that AP English IV readings are the ones whose ( Read more... )

With unkempt hair slipping into my eyes and a bitter wind biting my cheeks, I have arrived back in a place I once called "home," a surreal world that no longer holds council with reality and which will be my residence for the next four days ( Read more... )

need  /nid ( Read more... )

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Ah, mi. Where to begin, teeming throng that is my audience? If you're looking for a lesson both in irony and my love life, I've a short story I'd probably be willing to tell to any interested parties; and bonus points, it ends in an upshot as opposed to the usually obligatory downer. I could tell you tales of the red-cup circuit, where the plastic ( Read more... )

Two down, there you go ( Read more... )