So I got into the Midwestern Review.

So this makes me a published author.

So this is the part where I giggle with glee-ee-hee.

He doesn't piss me off often, but when he does--Christ, does he ever do it well.

If I were in a movie, and my intro shot was me walking outside, headed somewhere, on a nice, bright-green day, while the credits rolled--I'd want Bright Eyes' "Road to Joy", (the intro instrumental part), to play over the scene ( Read more... )

It's not really a constant tiredness, like they say ( Read more... )

PS.

If that means what I think it means
then you're not the person I thought.

Sometimes it's just the little things that make a day great ( Read more... )

All day I've had this strange tightness in my chest, this pit in my stomach, with a voice in the back of my mind telling me something's just not right. That Brandon's upset, or stopped caring about me, or has had some awful revelation about usI've no reason to feel or think this way--nothing's happened between us, the last time I saw him we were ( Read more... )

You're an asshole.

I could hear him smile.

This is dangerous.

Dr. Judi pressing on my stomach, the liver's not too bad, the spleen ( Read more... )