Tuesday, February 7, 2012 at 9:41PM Tomorrow it will have been a week since I lost a body part. I may have previously joked about flushing my gall bladder down the toilet after lighting it on fire but some (likely) drug-induced reflection has made me realize just like Radiohead predicted, "You do it to yourself, you do. And that's why it really hurts."
Friday, January 27, 2012 at 3:52PM (I originally had an additional entry here all about how much I hated today. Looking at it with my head cocked I realized the highlight of the paragraph was the realization that I had been using my fancy white-out upside down. So, I saved the Internet from that moany banality and we're just gonna jump right into some good ole fashioned sh-t talk.)
Wednesday, January 18, 2012 at 8:45PM After ringing in the New Year with a few great friends and enough butter chicken to drown a small town, here came 2012, all smug and stupidly cold. Daring me to make something of it already. Go on, make some promises to me baby. Make 'em big. Then ignore me like the food under the table in a restaurant. Too scary. It's fine. Your stomach should stick out that far when you’re totally not pregnant at all.
Thursday, January 5, 2012 at 10:43PM I cannot stop watching this. I love this remix so much. And wondering, what does this guy do for a living? How did he figure out his body was so much better than ours? How long to choreograph this sh-t? Did he pass out when he realized doing it backwards was so much genius? Questions!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012 at 9:47PM On December 28th, I stabbed this note into my phone:
“At least when you write, when something horrifyingly disappointing happens it holds some value in life currency - the chance to share and see if anybody else out there has f-cked up so royally.”
I KNOW my kid still sh-ts herself. I UNDERSTAND she doesn't comprehend the historical and magical time of year that is Christmas. I realized, despite everybody's kind advice, that I DON'T CARE.
