’twas the afternoon before christmas and all through my head visions of christmas excitement and also wedding excitement collided perfectly with a NyQuil hangover and perhaps some sort of festive holiday head snot and it’s …
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seasonal poem
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Nope.
I definitely don’t want or need to talk about how much time I just spent in a dressing room while I was supposed to be shopping for OTHER PEOPLE staring at myself in a Navy …
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MUST STOP.
Last night while writing, I realized a HORRIBLE THING I DO WHILE WRITING LIKE SO BAD AND IT’S NOT EVEN HEROIN. I oftentimes keep a google window open and, sort of subconsciously, I am constantly …
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OPTIMISM
Me: OH NO! Morrison: What? Me: Weather forecast for Bald Head Island for bro’s wedding says thunderstorms. Morrison: AWESOME! Me: What? Morrison: THUNDERSTORM WEDDING!!! Me:…… Morrison: Right? Me: Okay, actually yes.
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one of one hundred you’s
When we’re little, we are told that we are special. When we are medium-little, especially if we are artists, we tell OURSELVES that we are special, we cling to the things that set us apart, …
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why can’t I
In my mental chorus of Why Can’t I’s (YOU HAVE THIS TOO, RIGHT?) — like sure I can write but Why Can’t I also Ski or Paint or Sing or Clog or Knit I always …
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something akin to infinity
Hi, I am in my first week of rehearsal for This! I think it’s gonna be great. In a game such as the Oregon Trail in which there are seemingly infinite choices — rations, rivers, …
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SLEEP / WHO NEEDS IT
Ever since coming east for this trip, I can NOT for the life of me fall asleep like a normal person. I’ve never had trouble before passing out as if it were my job. But …
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DOES ANYONE ELSE
Worry or wonder or worrywonder that suddenly, something will mix up in your brain, and you will suddenly think that red light means stop and vice versa and you will go plowing through a red …
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NEW BABY.
BABY IS CAR. I never thought I would give a hoot about cars. Previously I’ve felt like, I would please like car with have Wheels and put gas into and get me to Place. But …