i survived. barely. my index finger is hosed. i had to clamp the suction cup tap on the receiver the entire time and now my finger doesn’t work. my brain sends signals to it but it doesn’t respond. it shakes.
kind of like my brain itself.
it’s showtime. the worst thing is that i feel i can do a decent job writing it if only the interview would be done by someone else. i know what the article is going to be. it’s actually talking to him that’s scary. it’s talking to anyone; how i choke at brunch, […]
oh sweet jesus. pistons pr kevin called and told me that stack would phone around 6p from minnesota. oh god, oh god. i am not ready for this.
i had brunch with my grandmother’s half-sister, her husband, and two relatives whose relationship to them was ambiguous at best. i suspected there were […]
man, those were some crazyass dreams. my cousins including me were divided into two teams of sorts and battling in the subways. we had trains to use against each other in a sort of driveby style. when i saw the lights coming from down the tunnel, i was scared. there was […]
the thing is, tenenbaums is a cornucopia of quirk and loveliness and excellence, and i will see it again both because it is a cornucopia of quirk and loveiness and excellence but also because in the middle of the movie there was some sort of emergency down in the front row that made it look […]
