Category Archives: The Internet is My Boyfriend

Because If Anyone Knows a Word for Misery it’s the Germans

All the things I want to write, and all I can think about is what to pack next. That’s the thing about moving, and about me in general. I tend to get very absorbed in projects, to the point where … Continue reading

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Trigger Happy

Recently over on Tumblr, I received a message from someone who asked why I didn’t post trigger warnings on certain posts. It was sent anonymously, of course. They weren’t being fully shitty, but they weren’t really asking me, either. They … Continue reading

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I’d Shame the Kid But I Won’t

Part of the benefit of living far away from your family is that you’re not required to spend hours at anyone’s house for holidays, or stay longer than you want to after dinner, or even use your only vacation days … Continue reading

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What We Can Learn About Privacy

I follow a porn star on Instagram. Not because I’m into porn – I mean, I’m not not into porn, I’m just not into it more than your average person, like, I don’t know a bunch of porn stars’ names … Continue reading

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Sleeptweet

Months and months and maybe even early last year ago, I posted something on Twitter about how I’d never taken Ambien but was interested in what would happen if I did, and by that I mean I’d “do” Ambien instead … Continue reading

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Zipper Up, Phone Away

In three days, Graham and I will have been together for seven years. Apologies to my high school sweetheart friends, but this seems like an incredible amount of time to me, and I’m both amazed that the time has gone … Continue reading

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Warm and Tender Love

There’s a feeling I get when I eat sushi that I can only describe as every molecule in my body reacting to the cleanest, purest protein it can consume. It’s as if the ends of all my neurons start firing … Continue reading

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The Death of Sound

On Thursday, I texted Mike and Courtney to see if either of them wanted to come over on Friday night and watch “Return to Oz” with me. Nothing big, not an event, I just had the disc from Netflix and … Continue reading

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Frankensandwich

I’m ate a Frankensandwich just now. I made it almost 45 minutes ago, but it had to spend some time sitting under the weight of a couple of Thanksgiving leftover containers in the possibly vain effort to squish the sandwich … Continue reading

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The Rules About Photos of Your Kids

I’m at the age where many of the people I know have kids, and some of those people are old enough (or had their kids at a young enough age) to have teenagers, or kids who are about to be … Continue reading

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