Okay, hombres. I don’t know about you, but: Jagged Little Pill was my first CD, ever. Words cannot capture the joy of locking myself in my room, popping that little fucker into my player (littered …
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alanis gayisette
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‘work’
Adoring fanbase persons, I’d like to take this opportunity to announce that August 15th will be my last day at Cellfish Media, where I have resided as production assistant intern person who wears grandma …
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travel
Today, these things, in no particular order, can suck my metaphorical balls. First, dear the airplane: suck my metaphorical balls. You are big, stinky, uncomfortable, and late. You are a fat old lady mid-menopause. You …
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there are no words
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marriage, when and how
I want to think that love – and I speak of MARRIAGE love – knows no reason or limits. One day. Hmm. How does one know even? How does it feel? Is it something penciled …
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skittles
The best lover picks out the red ones and puts them in her hand, enduring the sick murder of purple and greens in his mouth. He suffers for her, and she likes it.
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Are you Cinderella?
My mom and I were halfway up the steep as hill that cuts through the woods towards our house. We were after-dinner walking off our carrot salads and bison burgers. I’m not even sure. I …
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dirty hairy potter
ummm…as a recent addition to the ‘I am obsessed with Harry Potter and all things Hermione and Quidditch’ wagon of band, I must sayeth – I protesteth – to this: Uh – i feel funny …
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embarassing
The old man was playing Heal the World on his dirty saxophone for earned gifts of ones and smiles. (People tend to give each other gifts, as acts of kindness and thanks: ranging from facial …
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my ladies.
In light of my recent melancholy/angst, and fueled by the strangely empowering women/theater event I attended last night, I feel called upon to highlight the lovely, accountable, talented, pretty ladies I am honored to have …