I feel like I have a bunch of books in me, but they're knotted up by these terrible things I tell about … [Read More...]
Oh Jesus. I am battling the croak-n-groan gnarly lung spit lately, chewing shit that I spit up. I had my unemployment meeting this morning which is good since I don’t know if and when I will ever be working again. Such is the life of a bartender, sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t. I…
I woke up yesterday sounding like “demi moore on a bad day” as coined by my friend. But it was a bit worse than that, my throat feeling as if it were stickily glued together with rubber cement, and me croaking as my dog looked around worriedly, probably convinced I was a beast still in…
I spoke to my mother for a little while yesterday afternoon while en route to the L train. It always vexes me how negative she can be in being sad. If you were upset that your daughter didn’t call for a while, would you really yell and throw a fit? Probably not. Probably you would…
