I figure a bushel of hyperbolized nervous breakdowns (Read: Spring Semester of my Senior Year in College) and a panic-inducing elbow rash I acquired after an overly romanticized month hiking across Iceland serve reasonably enough to explain as to why I’ve taken a break from writing, but then again, who am I to judge? I […]Read more "Tarot Cards and Taco Bell"
It snowed today in New York City. It was also the first day of Spring RA training and thus, the last day of my Winter Vacation, or as I have been calling it, ‘Oh-Hi-Remember-Me-I’m-Taking-Back-Myself-K-Thanks’. When you spend enough time alone you can get fed up with yourself. I’d spend entire days not speaking to anybody. […]Read more "to make sundaes when it snows."
After booking a flight to Los Angeles and settling in on an overhyped purchase of a bougie-ass camera to make a bougie-ass documentary about my inexperienced ass hiking 700 miles across Iceland, I’ve found myself back at the Dollar rack at CVS, stocking up on bags of Cheese Twists and Strawberry Cookies for a dollar […]Read more "2013, or the time of delayed re-entry from hiatus."
I’m keeping it short because I found out about twenty minutes ago that I had to write an entire play. I think I’ve written about 55 pages out of a desired, I dunno, finished product. So, of course, I will equip myself with the 99 cent bag of Cheetos from CVS and one of those Monster Rehab […]Read more "whatever brilliant pun of a word combines cardamom and armageddon."
The saying ‘sh*t happens’ isn’t really sound; sh*t does in fact happen, although it’s ridiculous to assume that sh*t happens in the sense that it’s endlessly piling up on top of you. In fact it’s quite the reverse; the floor just gives in and you’ve slid in and the steeper and deeper and faster you slide the […]Read more "if it gives you a lemon tart you eat the hell out of it."
Whenever I eat cookies I fall into a sugar high (sugar low?) and swivel in my seat as I bust out improvised song lyrics or free style poetic rap-estries (You know, like, Tapestries…) and disregard the seams of my pants rubbing deeper and deeper into my inner thighs. Not that I care though, I’ve got cookies. No, something beyond cookies. […]Read more "SUGAR HIGH, MEGA THIGH!"
It’s finally the Holiday Season. Time for excessive repeat plays of Real Estate, drunkenly hugging the Christmas Trees on Hudson Street, and finding the Holiday magic in Walgreens with its 80 cent packs of expired Candy Corn. Meanwhile, the rest of Manhattan’s loading up with projected displays on 5th Avenue and overpriced Christmas Markets with […]Read more "the bloating never diminishes."