I had written the most epic love story of all time.
I was on the Williamsburg bridge, listening to my Walkman and riding my bike. An interview came on the public access station . The person I wrote my story about was reviewing it. I didn’t think anyone had read it but THEY did. I had waited forever for this. Read the rest of this entry »
Last night I watched the second half of Titanic, the last 3\4 of the fault in our stars, the last 3\4 of Pearl Harbor and most of of this rediculous Australian movie about a single women not marrying “the love of her life” and being transported to a life as if she had been married to that guy for the past 13 years. She had a wipe a blonde kids ass numerous times in the film.
Oh yeah, I also watched the wedding singer the day before.
Every square inch of my parents ceiling was covered with an even grid of pantry moths. They are the color of soot and when I kill them, they leave a smear that looks like a shadow.
Grandma had started to act strangely and spent all her time standing on the counter top. There is a hole in the wall above of the cabinets where the infestation had started. She would perch her face up against the opening and stare into the darkness. She was wearing khaki pants, an oversized cranberry colored wool cardigan and a pair of latex gloves.
After days of this behavior, suddenly, grandma fell off the counter top. When I reached her side, her body was replaced with a single latex glove. The fingers had been cut from the palm and were laid out in order from index finger to thumb.
I looked down and I was wearing the jewel toned cardigan. It was thick and completely covered by tiny brown bugs. The sweater is so infested that the insects have fused to the cotton. I could hear their exoskeletons clashing and mandibles nibbling my flesh. I ripped off the sweater and had a powder blue T-shirt underneath. A few bugs clung to the cotton and I desperately tried to brush them off.
Day 1 & 2
I have a relatively fat ass but it’s on a small frame. I had a moment the other day where I thought about my ass and thighs. As I squeezed and jiggled my hams and wondered what percentage of my body was, my legs. I wondered how many more years I could wear shorts before the cellulite takes over. My future had been genetically decided.
Today is the day that I chose to start collecting materials to make my tutu out of. One of the places I visited was American Apparel because I knew I’d find a leotard there. (The leotard is the base of the costume.)
It is night time and I’m at my parent’s house.
I ask my mom to take me to get pizza.
We get into our white van and she gets behind the wheel.
I notice that she is driving erratically.
She is driving on the sidewalk and over people’s lawns.
Small children are illuminated by her headlights.
They are frozen with terror as my mother speeds straights towards them. Read the rest of this entry »
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