we've been in texas almost a month, and even after the car got totalled last week, i've been doing an okay job keeping my panic about money pretty well tamped down. i was actually still kind of enjoying my joblessness until this afternoon when i got turned down for another library job and brushed off by the same bookstore that had scheduled an ( Read more... )

i'm a texas rollergirlshock. shockity shit. wow ( Read more... )

i am in austin and i haven't gotten hot sauce in my eye even once yet. score ( Read more... )

to do:

1) hijack truck full of RU-486
2) learn kung fu and wilderness survival
3) find foreign lover
4) stop snickering every time someone says "christian taliban." that is important breath that could be spent screaming at the television/radio/computer
5) buy lozenges for throat (see 4)
6) take a huge, nasty dump in ohio
7) buy more whiskey

jaysus. last weekend randall and i came home from breakfast and opened soulseek to find that someone was downloading leonard cohen's jazz police from us. i think jazz police is the only leonard cohen song on our computer. it is there because it sounds like a shitty casio demo and it made me cry with laughter the first time i heard it (and had ( Read more... )

i hurt my foot. every day this week at about 4:00 i have started to daydream about a bag of ice and three advil. the foot feels tight and squeaky on the inside, and squeaky foot is definitely worse than creaky/crunchy knee or gimpy hip. some intrepid young noise musician should get a contact mic on me and make beautiful noise music from my ( Read more... )

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when i was 14 or 15 years old, my father and i had far too many conversations that went like this ( Read more... )

i went to a wedding reception last weekend. it was sweet and i cried. i am a wedding crier ( Read more... )

my legs are pitted with scars from when i was younger and obsessed with scabs and blood. for years, i could not get bitten by a mosquito without clawing a bloody crater where the bite was and cultivating a thick scab for the rest of the summer. i remember sitting in a sun beam in the house where i grew up pulling scabs off my legs and tie-dying ( Read more... )