no. no. no. yes. yes. yes. the last of the very best long-haired spinster ladies has found true love. this solves, and ruins, EVERYTHING.  ¶ 5:57 PM 0 Comments

  Addiction... "the term addiction is used to describe a recurring compulsion by an individual to engage in some specific activity, despite harmful consequences, as deemed by the user himself to his individual health, mental state, or social life"

According to this definition, I have an addiction to facebook. And starting right now, that addiction will stop.  ¶ 12:26 PM 0 Comments

  I finally... used my writing room!! I had no idea what time it was all day, or even noticed what the weather was. Ok, I was only in here for an afternoon. But an entire afternoon (1 to 5, ok...4ish) and part of the evening. And it wasn't too much torture and I didn't feel like I was going to throw up the whole time. And it was sort of...nice. And if I was this kind to myself in my writing room every day, things might actually get done. Too bad I can't be in here tomorrow.  ¶ 10:40 PM 0 Comments

  Just once... I'd like to write a plump, juicy burger of a paragraph. You know, something that takes awhile to get your chops around, but a delicious composition nonetheless. For now, though, I write only the swiss cheese. flat. thin. hole-y. slices with not much bite.  ¶ 11:06 AM 0 Comments

  Earliest Memories - making waxed paper butterflies in preschool.   ¶ 11:36 PM 0 Comments

  I understand Tillie Olsen. Complain or type multiple expletives into this little blank box: that is the writing decision I am faced with this evening. Why should I be small? I'll do both, quick and dirty so no one gets hurt. My lower back is on fire, like I have two glowing pieces of sharp-edged coal rolling around at the base of my spine. This means I can expect to begin bleeding precious, ruby red blood soon. And shit, I'm fucking tired.   ¶ 8:35 PM 0 Comments

  Perfect is... Bad.  ¶ 11:06 AM 0 Comments