This morning I slept in. Nothing too remarkable about that, surely, but when I awoke the day was instantly hitting me in the face with joy. Sharp punches to my face, neck, and kidneys were sustained, and instantly I was laughing, smiling, giddy.
Suddenly surrounded on every side with warmth, literally from the sun baking my [...]

The scene: Henry Rollins, veins pulsing, head sweating, arms waving, voice booming, The Aladdin theater, Portland, tonight, somewhere between 8pm and 11pm.
“Is that what your once stellar sex life needs?”
“NO.”
“What it needs is the realization that a black mambo could bite you in the face when you’re sitting on the toilet.”
And then, later, again sometime [...]

While reorganizing and purging our garage of junk possessions long left for garbage last weekend, I found a box of old journals and notebooks in which I attempted to be artistic when I was still in elementary school and still figuring out that multi-colored pens aren’t a necessity. Especially not while doing Math.
All of it [...]

Friday:
I woke up without incident. Went to work without incident. And began feeling impulsive around noon. I have a co-worker who lives for being impulsive, and who couldn’t wait to capitalize on my surely fleeting flight of spontaneous fancy. Thus, star tattoos! On our lunch-break! Well, naturally:

I am now forever star-struck, as it were:

I am [...]

I was all set to post this on various days last week. And I stopped. Out of fear and superstition, mostly. And then I realized how silly I was being, withholding an entry I had written passionately, and honestly, and edited and re-edited until I couldn’t look at it anymore, and when we received the [...]

The email was from Chris. The subject line read simply: “L.A. is a possibility.” That was it. Short, succinct. And although I’d written the same phrase myself in a prior email to him, convincing him to apply for a position he didn’t think would end in an interview, it startled me when I read it. [...]

* Waves hand as if to signal she is, indeed, not dead, but alive and, mostly, well *
While frantically waving the dialogue in her head goes something like:
“Hi! I’m over here! Right! here. No, a little to the left. A little bit more. Yes! Right there! There, I am!”
Before she (finally!) sits down to write [...]

He can’t decide whether to sink or swim, and so, he floats, mostly face-down, tilting his head every so often to taste the promise of air in his lungs. He’s been at it so long he’s almost convinced himself his dead man’s float is “living.”
She hurls tears on the days he won’t validate her feelings [...]

Side-note: I originally wrote this for my links page, but, seeing as it was reflective of a recent change of thought, and seeing as how it was long-winded, as usual, I figured it better for an actual post-page.
For several months, or possibly longer than that, linking has been giving me anxiety. Stay awake at night [...]