(alternative memoir titles include: My mother was a Dairy Princess and my sister wore combat boots: tales of teen angst in South Dakota or Topher…
Caffeine does odd things to me. Rufus Wainwright is singing “Origin of Love” for he is beautiful. Life is beautiful (I swear, trust me on…
Oh my God, before anything else, go HERE. Tomorrow I hope to buy a CD that I hope will ensure hatred of me for all…
I had a long entry going, and then I accidentally closed the window. I think that might be a sign. fuck.
It is Friday night at 1:11am, and I am drinking tea and eating yoghurt + granola in a desperate attempt to stay awake. I have…
No long, dramatic, boring travellogues here. You'll have to ask to read the unpublished manuscript in a few years. What I have on offer are…
I am at a certain hostel (oxford backpacker's) in a certain town (oxford) trying to make amends for certain stupid actions (my behaviour for the…
How do I always find myself in the same hostel coffee house in London wired on caffeine writing deadjournals? Oh, right, I like the familiar.…
^^^that is the title of a pseudo memoir by George Orwell that resonated eerily with me… in Vienna and Interlaken. Paris and London have put…
only to find no new e-mails or deadjournals, A LITTLE PIECE OF ME DIES ON THE INSIDE. yes. DIES. i walked around some giant mountains…