My father is one of the lowest, basest, most revolting life forms on the planet. Truly. Truly. This is not some melodramatic teenage complaint. This is so much more serious than that. And then to ask me about it. My goodness gracious. I am no genius but I am smarter than that and he should be too ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with hair like a doll's. Tangled and dirty and clumped together.

My parents are gone. For nine days. God bless them.

To be done over spring break:

i. Not read Song of Solomon. In the words of Korn, fuck that.
ii. Write. Catharsis is a good idea, though it has a new name now, a proper name, which is kind of dumb, because I' ( Read more... )