We walked, walked, walked, walked. It was a very journeying night, and for a moment stumbling in and out of blizzardy winding I thought, Thank god I am not superstitious and do not believe that how you spend your Eve reflects the upcoming year. Silly, stubborn & screwed in six inch knee-high boots with no give, bunionette-grinding, posture-altering ( Read more... )

Our Thanksgiving menu ( Read more... )

Yeah! So registration is on the 12th! You get assigned a time to register because our server is so bad that if more than 20 people use it at once it crashes ( Read more... )

Also,

The weenie who keeps reading last at Open Mic and being a dick needs to cool it. Maybe. Or at least be clever. You can be a snarky dick all you want, but without cleverness it ain't snark -- it's just a big old penis blabbing into a mic.

Also,

I wish I could see myself all the time. Mirrors! They are good!

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I went to a bindery today. Actually I went to an enormous warehouse that has many binderies and small presses and sculptors and crafters (craftors? crafters swinging from the rafters throwing hunks of mod podge and papier-mâché?) and furniture makers, but I visited three book binderies in said warehouse ( Read more... )

i. so today i went to the pharmacy in the morning after seeing the doctor yesterday for these headaches. headaches. headaches. over and over. the doctor asked me what medications i was on and if anything extra was working and i said no. aleve has always been my go-to for a bad headache but it has no effect. i'm prescribing you midrin said the ( Read more... )

Sometimes he reads or works with his feet up on the desk right in my peripheral vision, and sometimes when we study we momentarily miss each other, so if it's me doing the missing I tickle his feet and if it's him doing the missing he gets up to squeeze my shoulders ( Read more... )

Right now I'm sitting in a loose babydoll in my undies, listening to my favorite Smashing Pumpkins album on headphones. I'm revising a contract that outlines my academic plan for the next three semesters. I'm finalizing the plan to work with poetry, fiction and small-press publishing until I graduate. I'm rolling over the words from the only ( Read more... )

I'm developing an addiction to plums. How can one fruit be so impossibly, impossibly perfect. If I was told to sit in a room and eat nothing but cold plums all day, one after another, from a neat pyramid on a white plate, I would be the happiest lady.