April 2012
7 posts
#3 On The Boots and Leather
When I was a real small baby, I used to carry this thing I called ‘a rag.’ Spoiler alert: it was a blanket and I wouldn’t go outside without it. Frankly, to call the most coveted item of my childhood ‘a rag’ is vaguely offensive to my toddler self, but I didn’t know that at the time and that’s what it was named. There’s a point to this..
Frankly, to...
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#2: On The Book
I want to talk about the book. I guess one of the reasons I want to talk about the book is because sometimes I forget that I’m not writing an incredibly long paper for some kind of college assignment. It’s a 240 page thesis? Okay, I’ll do it!
I’m kidding about that, but only mildly. I know the seriousness of this, in the way I know the seriousness of the interest of my...
#1: On Procrastination
As it goes, I’ll never have to outrun anything. Dinosaurs, for example, are dead. Zombies are a distant dream, one that pictures me swinging a sword that ostensibly, I have no real access to. I’d probably cry over my loved ones and die. I’d probably break my glasses and die. There are also no rabid chimps in New York City, so no, running is something I do not have to do.
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Question Time
Here’s what it is. I’ve got popcorn. I’ve got beer. I’ve been away from the blog a little longer than I’d like to be because a) I got a parttime job working at a thrift store and my feets be tired and b) book and c) oh GOD I just want to watch bad television sometimes and eat the things all the things. But today is Friday and I’ll answer the first three...
Things I've Learned
Here are some things I’ve probably learned by now. Please note that some of these things I should have learned by now but it hasn’t quite set in yet. Please note that some of these things I am so, so close to finally getting. I am a sloppy work-in-progress.
Everything is worse and better and bigger at night and in the exact moment you’re having it, and then it’s just...
If The World Ended
If the world ended tonight, everyone knows we’d end up on the roof. The roof is where you go when there’s fireworks, when you need lemonade in silence, and when everything is over. There would be whiskey for me just when the fires started. A real display. I’d throw the empty bottle thirty feet down because really, who cares?
In the hours before, I’d eat a twenty dollar...
A Dive Bar Review
12:30am, The H.M.S. Dive Bar:
I’m writing this because I’m not sure I will ever see the light of day again. This place is not what it seems, but the decor is adorable.
I was stuck on the bathroom line for approximately 20 minutes or 36 hours, because there are only two bathrooms and the girls in front of me come out in new outfits or something every time they leave, like they are in...
