My Senior year of High School I took creative writing as an elective to ensure I had at least one class I could guarantee myself to enjoy after personally forcing myself to take Physics, Calculus and International Relations…two of which involve a heavy amount of math, something I am absolutely not good with and the [...]
By admin | April 21, 2009
I was about seven years old with the amount of energy you’d get from fifty Red Bulls and a mouth like a girl on coke with a faulty relationship. On this particular day I was in [...]
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By admin | April 13, 2009
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I’ve been exceptionally giggly lately. I smile to myself like a doofus and hum songs while applying my make-up. I sigh, not out of despair but of content. My eyes shine brighter and my skin has developed a glow. The days don’t seem to drag on as they have before and my nights are no [...]
By admin | April 13, 2009
At times I believe that my life functions almost exactly like the slowly decomposing molar in the very back of my mouth. One momentous trauma creates a hole, little things eat their way to the insides, then piece by piece it crumbles away until there is nothing but irritation and pain. This world is filled with [...]
By admin | April 13, 2009
Earlier this month I moved into a humble little bachelor apartment, this is an apartment that doesn’t have a kitchen, just a little fridge and a microwave. It was filthy and covered with dead roaches when I first moved in, but (*name kept private*) and I spent day cleaning it until it was something that someone would [...]
Thursdays are proper for catching up on correspondence, sipping a drink and wondering what the hell is wrong with everyone in this world.
These are strange times we are brewing….I find myself in that swirly, dazed sort of lost. I stop and think… What am I doing again?
Los Angeles is the strange sort of place where cars out number the people, doughnut and hamburger places thrive on every other block and where every single building seems to clash with all the others creating a sort of nightmarish architectural collage. I found myself at Union Station being picked up by a trio of porn stars [...]