Renaissance Art’s The Shit
When I was a senior in high school (pinnacle of my education, complete with Kid Valley escapes and minimal effort) I would repeatedly encounter the …
01 Jan
Herpes is For Life, Bro
Herpes is For Life, Bro
I’m imagining this loft somewhere; an open room filled with windowed light, a bed with white plush linens and a chest at the foot, toys …
29 Dec
With Love, From Me, to You
With Love, From Me, to You
Dear Rachel, I am going to write you a time capsule. A year from now, when you go stalking your own blog re-reading and re-rendering post …
26 Dec
British Vampires Don’t Care if You’re Brilliant
British Vampires Don’t Care if You’re Brilliant
This is going to include some serious negativity. My B, but it’s coming from a positive, loving place, so you can suck my big fat …
24 Dec
Where My Legs At? Another Paradox
Where My Legs At? Another Paradox
I have a new Jen Jen. Better than my Jen Jen, is my Sarah. Sarah, this glorious woman with huge frizzy hair and spirit filled …
23 Dec
For Me, Ze Pudding Pleaze
For Me, Ze Pudding Pleaze
I’m in the blogging mode/mood, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m delirious from sleep deprivation (I generally blog when I should be sleeping) …
16 Dec
Love Me Do
Love Me Do
I’m sitting criss-cross-applesauce at my cousin’s old Dell computer, one of the only things that remains an original piece of their newly renovated living room. …
13 Dec
Christmas Time is Here, Bitch
Christmas Time is Here, Bitch
Last night my dad installed our Christmas tree (as though it was some sort of program or chip implanted in our living room (or rather …
11 Dec
Please Forgive Me, If I Act a Little Strange
Please Forgive Me, If I Act a Little Strange
This is broken, I didn’t write it all at once. But then again I don’t live that way either. I feel an incredible pain when I …