I went out with a boy last night. It wasn’t a date. I really don’t think it was a date. The bar was so loud we couldn’t really hear each other talk. I’d probably never see him again if it wasn’t for the fact that he only knows one other person in the entire state of California besides me. I guess…
Abercrombie & Fitch is a brand name that everyone knows. It is associated with the cool crowd. Everybody wants to be seen wearing Abercrombie clothes. It means your hip, and fly, and everybody wants to hang out with you because you’re cool. It means you’re thin, and hot, and have a body image…
Dear friends,
My precious Vallie passed away yesterday. She was the light of my life and the song in my heart.
My faith tells me the moment she left me she was healed forever, and that is my comfort.
She was my firstborn, and now it’s hard to remember a day before she existed and harder to imagine the next ones without her. She was tiny in size and physically weak the past two years, but she was always a giant in spirit who could fill a room with her joy and fearlessness.
And I would not trade one day with her, heartbreak or not, for anything this world has to offer.
Thank you all for your kindnesses.
Love, Juice
Brian Regan said it best when he said (approximately),
How would I describe my pain?
Well…
It feels like everything on my *inside* wants to be on my *outside*.
Get better at knife-throwing and cleaving things
(Whose been drinking?
Wait I mean who’s.
I mean ho’s. This ho’s been drinking.)
It takes practice to be accurate and authentic, and I’m so grateful to those who take the time to hone and and tone their blood before they pour it out. A writer might be accurate but lack authenticity, or might flamboyantly and boat-missingly neglect the delicate, spider-webbed details that earn a reader’s trust, but the right combination will bring anyone to their knees. Or tears. Or their feet. Or orgasm. Or someone’s deathbed, or the birth of the whole wide world.
Pu ehr quotes
I can feel it in pu ehr tonight, oh lord
Pu ehr Jordans
Pu ehr head
Pu ehr traffic control
Excerpt from my poem, “Caffeine”
It’s been a while since I posted evidence of my love for honorable-and-efficient-violence practice. So here’s you goes. Elbows on the bag hurttttt after what feels like the 300th rep. Clearly I ain’t no Sensei in training.
The house we purchased has this wallpaper in the master bathroom, even on the ceiling. Pearly white with jaunty splashes of blue and silver? Why, yes, please! Tonight, it is my Berlin Wall. Bastard.
Do not adjust your television screen. This monstrosity is now trapped in mason jar and frankly I need a moment after trapping it. Liftoff is a tricky business.
I thought it was full of scary clowns but it was full of scarier naked ladies.
Please stop believing the pain and stress that people push on you. It’s made up. Doesn’t that count for anything? It’s totally made up.
I often want to show my face and share my name and come out of the anonymity closet, but it’s not smart, so I won’t. I did, however, throw a crappy pic of me into the Radom effects machine into the fab iPhone photo editing app and emerge with a new avatar. It’s cheesy, but it shows that I have a neck, which is important, I think. Here’s hoping you can’t take the phot and undo all the effects bc I look damn shitty in it. Thank you, cheesy effects.
