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Thank You For Understanding Me
12.16.09 | Permalink | comment?

122 ostensibly young people offering 122 expressions of gratitude in celebration of a single letter written with a certain unearned familiarity and which reads like a sun-warmed song of gratitude for a loved one held long and fast to the busom!, but is in fact a song in praise of no one, in awe of [...]
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I Love My Horoscope This Week.
10.14.09 | Permalink | comment?

I am going to make it come true.

Right now you’re like a sulking cherry tree that hasn’t bloomed for years but then inexplicably erupts with pink flowers in mid-autumn. You’re like a child prodigy who lost her mojo for a while and then suddenly recovers it when her old mentor comes back into her life [...]
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Making Art of Art
10.03.09 | Permalink | 3 comments

I usually keep my sartorial pleasures a private affair, but if you can’t appreciate the art, engineering, and imagination behind the draping here alone–to put it one way, I hate you.
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Since Nothing Matters, I Have Decided To Stop Caring
08.20.09 | Permalink | 3 comments

Here is a silent film in which I am the star:
Having a fan in your face turns anyone into a paperback romance.
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Dads
08.14.09 | Permalink | comment?

If my father had been an aesthetically-obsessed writer enlisted in the military and not an audiophile student enrolled in veterinary school, this is the same letter he would have written me:
9 March 1944
Dearest Tess
Here is a little note to wish you every happiness on your birthday. Your mother will give you the present I [...]
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Cry If I Want To
08.06.09 | Permalink | 1 comment

Normally I’ll stab a party picture in the face, but this one is really good because it tells you exactly what a spiraling abyss of downer I am on the inside:

(except really I was just pissed because the bartender was acting like I was just gazing at him for my own goddamn pleasure, except I [...]
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Grids & Lines
07.18.09 | Permalink | comment?

A bunch of people have asked me lately how my handwriting is so miniature and uncharacteristically precise. This is because I write on Doane Paper. Exclusively, if I can help it.

Recall Lolita; ol’ Humbert Hum spends his afternoons milking the venom from his fangs in a fey little leather bound diary. He assumes the Big [...]
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Universal Human Needs
07.15.09 | Permalink | comment?

I want you to see something.
My mother found this on her window shield a few years ago randomly. I have kept it for years. At first I was astonished by how many of those needs seemed superfluous, even luxurious. Don’t allow yourself to live without, in both what you demand for yourself and what you [...]
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C’est Moi
06.17.09 | Permalink | 2 comments

This is an ode to my lunch date and study buddy. You’re not the only one around here cooling out on a bev, sister.
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Uncertainties, Mysteries, Doubts
06.17.09 | Permalink | comment?

The thing about Keats was his death wish. It’s complicated.
The poet was different from everyone else. He had a gift. His purpose, compulsion even, was to embody this gift. He could see in ways that others could not, and then take the blind by their hands and lead them nearer to knowing the sublime. The [...]
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Tears Of a Clown
04.02.09 | Permalink | comment?

Every time I write something serious, I get embarrassed. I’m like, “Why so serious?”
Then I think, I’m really not very serious at all. Everybody who knows me knows this. See? I just made a rape joke! Zing!
Then I’m like, wait, no I am being serious, getting raped sucks. I [...]
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Certain Circumstances Excluded
02.05.09 | Permalink | comment?

I was nine years old, leaning up against the painted steel of the swingset like I was hott shit. I probably was, because I was nine. This gnarly little ginger, not much taller than myself, rolls up on me and says, Hey.
I say, Hey.
He says, Jump.
I flare my nostrils because that’s what happens to my [...]
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You Think You Can Do Better?
01.15.09 | Permalink | comment?
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HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!
01.02.09 | Permalink | 4 comments

Could a New Year’s go wrong when it starts like this?

Our toast, I believe, was to a year of great sex and 1,000 orgasms a day. So you must understand where the priorities of my friends and I lie, yes? (other revelation for the new year: blue eyeliner looks fantastic on everyone.)
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Genetic Lottery
11.22.08 | Permalink | 2 comments

You know you’re a total ponce when you have to purchase special finger condoms to get through your day. The tips of my fingers are like shaved steak now that the New England cold is taking itself seriously (my skin has been celebrated by millions of thrilled boyfriends the world over for its sensitivity. Look [...]
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Here’s a return to form for you
10.25.08 | Permalink | 1 comment

Last night, if I am recalling this correctly, I believe I frightened off some babyface trying to stick it in me by telling him I had tons of VDs and a “bumpy cunt.”
Here’s to me ever getting laid in this town again. I’m such a charmer. Also, a drunk bitch.
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Does Anyone Remember Laughter?
10.08.08 | Permalink | comment?
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The Audacity of Attrition
10.04.08 | Permalink | comment?

Today I considered nihlism, and handing my vote to a candidate whom I hate. Just because.

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