Hello Everyone!

I hope you're all doing well and enjoying this summer weather that's surrounding us. As you may know, my play A Map of Our Country was selected for the 35th Annual Samuel French Off-Off Broadway Short Play Festival in New York City. The play was chosen from over 800 national and international submissions and will be performed on ( Read more... )

( Wasps and Moths )

I'm thoroughly convinced that Glee, the new tv show from Ryan Murphy of Nip/Tuck fame is the gayest, most homosexual show ever to be created.

Ever.

And I love it.

In my Health and Medical Ethics class, we're discussing practical situations that may arise for health professionals and the ethical questions raised by each. For the most part, because I tend to have a pretty defined moral/ethical code, I can come to a firm decision and supportive argument for each ( Read more... )

I've decided to use these fucked-up images my dreams have been giving me. My final for playwriting class is to write a one-act play.

The working title is Trash/Glow. Here's the first scene ( Read more... )

( A tree grows )

What a bummer.

Dear Andrew ( Read more... )

I found a piece of ripped paper on the sidewalk. It's from a bigger page, but words are cut off. I just thought it was cool. It said:

The stranger
would not start up.
An overcoat. A fan.

It was probably necessary
for many of our
identities.
In a stroke
grasslands are
something.

I would like
yourself.

I had the glowing baby dream again last night.

Normally, I find the baby in a trash-can, glowing neon green like it had ingested some nuclear energy or something.

Last night, though, I found the woman trying to dump the baby (still glowing) in a dumpster and I stopped her but didn't know what to do then.

What the hell does this dream mean?

Know who I miss?

Chris Carrabba from Dashboard Confessional. He got married. And his music severely suffered. But, man, oh man, is he delicious.


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