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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