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Me and E
Editor’s Note, written on August 28, 2008: This entry is a made-up story about meeting Elliott Smith. It definitely never happened. Please also note that I wrote this entry long before he died, so what looks like kind of a callous lie now was just a normal daydream back then. I understand some folks are … Continue reading
Our Friend, Jason
Everybody thinks Jason is great. Jason is so nice. He never says anything mean. He will eat where you want to eat (unless it’s Pasta Pomodoro). He is a supportive friend. He is so interesting. He is so smart. And, hoo! Funny? The man was born with double the funny most people are born with! … Continue reading
The true heroes are the ones who write the books about the true heroes
I just finished reading The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver which as you know takes place in Africa. Afterwards I was feeling really inspired by the way she writes about stuff that matters. I decided I, too, will become an inspirational and politically aware novelist. I spent some time considering the phrase “political unrest” and … Continue reading
After these messages
Boy spots attractive girl sitting across the aisle from him on the bus. Boy spots old old woman entering the bus. Boy gallantly rises to give old woman his seat, incidentally moving himself closer to the girl. Girl spots his game and is not displeased. Can I get your number? says the boy. Girl shrugs. … Continue reading
“For we are the king of the boudoir, we are, and the king doesn’t like to wait.”
Last night in my dream I was watching cautionary presentations by female convicts who had been raped by prison guards. I woke up in my own bed, unmolested. What a strange accident that I am not a woman being raped by a prison guard. Who died to make me king? Was it Elvis? Was it … Continue reading
From the jokers who brought you Devil Bunny
I have this game and this game now. I urge you to believe me when I tell you that they are fabulous, even though this is pure speculation on my part. And if y’all want to play them with me (I would play alone if I could, fearing you and all people as I do, … Continue reading
Nothing rhymes with “papaya scent.”
Last night I said, “You make me glow like a sparrow.” “Sparrows don’t glow.” “Like the ghost of a sparrow.” “Oh, that kind of sparrow.” “You make me glow like a dead sparrow,” I said, pleased. “I try.” I showered in his shower for the first time yesterday. It was amazingly painless for a boy … Continue reading
Late, as usual.
January 3rd was Tolkein’s eleventy-first birthday. Why don’t I ever find this stuff out in time?
E-mail tested, mother approved.
This happened when I was living in Santa Cruz and unhappy and plagued with enormous, fluid-filled pimples on every visible surface and cutting all my classes and crying a lot. I was sitting in my room fighting with my Syntax homework when the phone rang. I said Hello hello hello and no one said anything; … Continue reading
second adolescence, god help me
When I was thirteen, I fell in love with a character on a short-lived sitcom whose name I can’t even remember now. I was desperately, sweatingly in love, turning over and over all night like an eggbeater, gazing out the window for hours, writing the poetry, singing in the shower, sure that such a love … Continue reading