Author deanna

As I rocked my little bartending cuteness last night at the Cutting Room, a strange thought kept running through my head. Though, no, not strange, but really very fantastic. I worked with this other new girl who I was sharing… Continue Reading →

E is having the shit TEE est day ever. Big and disgusting amounts of love from me to him in efforts to calm him down. I texted an old friend of mine asking him if he ever wrote a song… Continue Reading →

Those ever spinning questions, what to do, what should I do, have haunted me like crazy lately. Sure, I’m hot, I can sell shit. But do I want to sell shit? No, I don’t think so. I can sell people…. Continue Reading →

Oh wretched accomplishment, or lack thereof. I am finding it hard to be so faketastically positive when I really want to cry. Yeah, yeah, fucking positive thinking and all that shit will get you the world, but most of the… Continue Reading →

well. woke up today. my phone is off. I applied for unemployment yesterday but won’t get it until the last week of this month. the max. in jersey is higher. thank god I get it. how am I supposed to… Continue Reading →

I woke up today, after about three and a half hours asleep, and felt pretty fucking good about it actually. I danced in the early afternoon, practicing singing, and doing crazy little stripper moves in the mirror. No one was… Continue Reading →

Well shit… the edges of the world have come undone, all in happy preparation for the new year, or not. I have an ultra-sensitivity to death  which doesn’t merit a re-explanation, but holy bananas. I have watched a few of… Continue Reading →

I’m awake. Very awake. And it’s tomorrow already. Blame the sugarfree Redbull, I guess. On some random morning show. they had everyone who died this year that was famous, anyhow, and it’s a bunch. A gaggle even. I spent hours… Continue Reading →

Now I know I might just go to hell for saying this, but I realized what the purpose of jamming really is, and aspires to be. To “jam” is a catchy action we all realize as little kids means to… Continue Reading →

Hmmm… Things are rolling and writhing and coming full-force circle into a complete piece, rounded at the corners and pointed in the middle. I figure this, if I can somehow manage to digest visually or aurally one thing per day,… Continue Reading →