Last month I got a new tattoo - a cursive letter B, the same that my bestie was busily having branded on her arm in the seat across from me. The B itself is meaningful to both of us, and is tightly wound into the silly nicknames we have for each other, and we each … Continue reading Just Do It, They Said
My brain can be a real asshole sometimes. My very own super-computer, wrinkled and gray and locked away between my ears, what I heard once referred to as "the most sophisticated pharmacy in the world", (although not mine specifically) seems to do all it can do to fuck with me, outwriting this wannabe writer 24/7 … Continue reading The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
