Category Archives: Writing

Like, Nathaniel P.?

My car is a Japanese-designed, 2007 model that for some fucking reason, has no USB or AUX input on the dash for my phone. So if I want to listen to something that’s not CDs or the radio, I either … 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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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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Things To Do When You’re Doing Nothing

It’s not a lot of fun when you’re conscientiously spending no money to do anything for the next four months. Not a lot of fun at all. First because you have to explain to people that you can’t have fun, … Continue reading

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We Can Go To Sleep Now, Right?

Jake just moved to LA for a job. Aside from Louis (and the people I know in Seattle, but I never had a longstanding tradition of spending New Year’s drunk in my pajamas with them), Jake is my only West … Continue reading

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Happy New Year

Update from last time: I didn’t cook. No time + no casserole dish = reheating enchiladas from earlier this week. Which I cooked. So it basically counts. I did write. I didn’t finish, but I wrote, and now I know … Continue reading

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New Shit

Last New Year’s Eve, I met Mike and went to Graham’s work. I like the bar there, Crossley works there, too, and if you date a dude who works in kitchens and somehow get the chance to kiss him at … Continue reading

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A Little Drop of Poison

She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her. – Tom Waits If I ever stop writing for a few days to a week, it’s because I’m still writing, just elsewhere. As in a place where the entire Internet … Continue reading

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Gone

I finished reading “Gone Girl,” and boy, are my brains tired. Let me explain: I loved “Gone Girl.” Loooooved it. Upon hitting my stride somewhere in the third chapter, I regretted resisting this book for so long; about a year, … Continue reading

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Warning: May Contain Questionable Musical Taste and Excessive Tweeness

The other day, I posted something about how I’d come to realize that being tired all of the time wasn’t so much an isolated problem as it was just part of being an goddamn adult. So much so that if … Continue reading

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