The first time I went to visit Sam after they moved to Philadelphia in April, I was obviously still very hopeful Tara would take me back, so I had no intentions of doing anything physically intimate or even affectionate with anyone else, not even for fun and not even with someone whose every Instagram post made me sigh involuntarily out of sexual ( Read more... )

Yesterday was my 24th birthday. As far as I'm concerned, I now have six more years on this planet before I take my own life. It got me thinking, though, about those moments in life that meant the most to me so far. My life has been composed of a lot of ugliness and stress, but the last couple of years have honestly been the best years of my entire ( Read more... )

I don't really have anything to write about. We're still in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Every day is pretty much the same. Wake up, sit in the air-conditioned room, eat nuggets, go to King Soopers to use Wifi and hope the Internet distracts me from the slow motion that time is moving in here, go back to the house and hang out with Kelly while she says ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a lazy day. I just wasn't mentally equipped to want to go out and do anything. Kara and I slept in until about 2:30. I felt rude upon waking up so late, but at the same time, either of them could have woke us up. The entire night, I kept waking up having to piss and almost falling down the slippery wooden stairs to get to the bathroom ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, Kara and I had already signed up to table at two fairs based around DIY wares and publishing, one in Buffalo and one in Rochester. In preparation, Kara baked cookies, packed up all her handmade bags, and I made a third zine dedicated to stuff I've found on the ground and on telephone poles, entitled 'One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Zine ( Read more... )

In the days following moving in with Tia, I already felt at home. There was something oddly comforting about the single window by where my head rested and the cold air and loud sounds that brushed their way in and by my ears. The screaming babies loud enough to hear from other houses, the endless sirens of ambulances and cop cars, the mostly ( Read more... )

All I dream about it lately is Burgundy, violently killing people, and making out with girls who don't have faces.With a blank calendar for the rest of this month and having only really left the house for a significant amount of time once in the last two weeks, I'm surely losing my fucking mind. And I'm scared of where my brain goes when I'm ( Read more... )

I've had three wet dreams in the last week.

What the fuck?

I'm sitting in my favorite Lexington coffeehouse right now. A weekly poetry group sitting at a table across from me is discussing in depth how one should properly word and describe what a 'wedgie' is. And now they are discussing Insane Clown Posse. It should be noted that these people are no younger than their fifties ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that I was walking through some sticky substance ( Read more... )