July 2010
8 posts
“I just feel like nobody really gets me, you know? Sometimes I feel like I’m speaking a different language.”
“Mmhm.”
“And I dream about meeting that girl, right, that one girl who’ll walk up, look me right in the eye—”
“Right into your soul.”
“Yeah, she walks up and it’s just like bam. I get you.”
“Boom....
A fisherman snagged my lobe with his hook as he reeled it back in. He thought he got a bite at the very last minute (what the local anglers call closing time cooch) and yanked, giving me the piercing I thought I wanted in high school. He almost took the whole ear off and, frankly, there’s part of me that would’ve been OK with that, the part of me that always wanted a horrible disfigurement to give...
The Dumb Moment
[Work continues on my new project, but this thing is slippery. The introduction below was one of the first casualties.]
Alcohol was involved. I don’t want to get into it. It was one of those nights where you just want to leave without saying goodbye but can’t because you’re on some guy’s boat. The sky and sea were black and interchangeable. The music was from exactly the wrong moment in 1989....
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Blind DMs No. 2
Time for another round of super-secret messages I sent to people super-secretly on Twitter! *shriek* (Here’s No. 1.) Aren’t you JEAL-JEAL of the super-secret conversations I have? Don’t you wish we could be friends? DREAM ON, UGG-LORD ok let’s go:
You so whipped, dogg! *whipcrack SFX* LOL! P.S. Did I mention I watched New Moon on pay per view on Valentine’s Day.
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