My bladder is something way beyond my own comprehension. And so it goes...

So it’s me & Sparks & Bowie & Winston lights on Tuesday night, again forgoing Trivia night at the Flying Saucer with my little sis…It’s a wonderful bonding experience, but we don’t need that. I can show off my knowledge of the Dewey Decimal System in other contexts, you see. Hey Jon, you said there’s a party this weekend, right? Can I do figure ( Read more... )

And maybe if I felt the world owed me something, I would find it all less so. Boring, I mean. Thumb through dictionaries and wish for the study guides for meaningless tests so that I can refresh my memory with all the good words I've forgotten. Paucity. A paucity of words. Stinko. The air is saturated with his whiskey breath. Pugilist. ( Read more... )

I've just gotten home from dropping the boyfriend off at work. I've just realized that, not only are my panties on inside out, they're also on backwards. Hm. Anyway, I'm compiling the last of the apologies to put into the mail, & they're all here, staring up at me. So I'm posting them. For the hell of it ( Read more... )

1. I strut around in my head each time it's refreshed like this, like I've pushed the reset button, a mental version of scrubbing grime from the floors of all the kitchens I've ever lived in. The kitchens, where we exchange our final words for the day, where we wait to say good-bye. The kitchen is always next to an exit. My kitchen door was ( Read more... )

Headachey & at the office again despite the fact that I stayed late last night in a futile attempt to avoid just this. I don't mind my job so much; in fact, there are many aspects about it which I like. The fact remains, however, that it steals chunks from days when I could be curled up in my flamboyant little dungeon with my journal, my McSweeney' ( Read more... )

It's autumn, I'm sure. My head is so clogged with everything I haven't written, haven't said, that I think I'll vomit from my ears. We should have been at the Exit/In an hour or so ago. Nah, there are no 'shoulds'. Or there shouldn't be anyway. I'll have to fucking update soon, goddamnit, I'll have to update soon.

Last night, amidst an odd dream that I somehow had some disease (specifically, herpes!) on my FACE and had to incessantly rub globs of some medication from a little Oxy-like bottle all over my face, there was some issue about having to go to the dentist. There was also a big party, reminiscent of an Acklen party, though most everyone was outside ( Read more... )

My little submission for the upcoming issue of Arc magazine.

A mi patria
An open letter to mother this election yearDear Mother ( Read more... )

A thick, 90 degree haze has blanketed Nashville for the past couple of days. That sweet, sick, summer mischief is setting in. The week isn't even over & I've been to Springwater three times already. Last night we caught an incredibly amusing act opening up for Lone Official--I think they called themselves "Tuxedo Kill" or something similar. Two ( Read more... )