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Today in the Con admissions office, I spent an hour labeling sheets of paper with the information of new applicants. I came across someone who went to the same high school as my mom, "Britney Lynn" from The Woodlands, Texas, and a whole slew of three-sylable names from Singapore. Not one applicant was from Kentucky. I am worried about my state ( Read more... )

At least the experience is completing the circle of karmic dykedrama.

I know how you feel; it's about to happen to me.

So listen.. Don't do it. You will feel like shit in the morning. You will be more than usually self-depricating. You might even cry.

Have some self-respect, damnit. You're a good kid.

The best.

I'm sure I owe someone an apology for something . As soon as I tally up my transgressions, I will get back to ya'll.

ME AND FAYE GOT A FISH AND SHE IS PERRRRRRFECT!!!

I know this is stupid. I miss you. I miss you so so much. I have been staring at your pictures; you were always famous for your pictures. You are better at documenting things than I am, and you are better at keeping track. They were all essentially the same- you in heels and red lipstick, smiling with the girls who stay tan year-round. And ( Read more... )

Stephen Dunn should keep a LiveJournal ( Read more... )

So we have ideals. For some people, they are clear and digital and obvious . In my case, they stick to my head and the insides of my ears and heart like a gluey fucking decoupage. It's really a mess in there.

I guess there's no one person, you know, but the scraps of people I've collected along the way don't even fit together cohesively. ( Read more... )

I shall have no more of this "you look like a mezzo" shit. I am a ( soprano )

Chad and I found instant leopard and instant devil costumes at the Ben Franklin. This is me.


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