Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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Sun Day

I think I was becoming something other than human while I existed in my dim basement apartment before. Now I wake up with the sun creasing my eyes. On occasion I try to rub it out, wash it away like… Continue Reading →

Because it is a full moon, everyone’s a bit insane

I have been spending a shitload of time inside myself lately, examining, recycling, assuming new mes, wrapping them up and putting them away for rainy days. Because it’s a full moon, I feel very scabbed today, wanna rip up my… Continue Reading →

everyone is apparently going to nyc this weekend

except myself, of course. I tried to finagle the chinatown bus (the ten dollar express ride to nyc) but it seems as if the insane and crazy have decided to go risk life and limb to go protest the crazy… Continue Reading →

massholes in boston

today was one of those fresh stodgy dump-like days; a good testament and reminder of why it was i left this god foresaken place. too bad the education thing has been a fixation of mine-i want to get one so… Continue Reading →

musing or some such

SO. I tend to get overly emotional when the full moon starts hitting, as it signals pain time. When I was pre-25 it never really bothered me too much, but as I have neared my middle age, things have gotten… Continue Reading →

masshell..again?

good god. so somehow today i made this grandiose decision to move back to masshell. allston, more specifically, about a 20 minute walk to Harvard Square. Has she gone insane, you ask? NYC for the prop, training bra city of… Continue Reading →

my evil rant for the week

i really do find it difficult to be positive when i have 15 mile-high burred walls to climb before i can actually do anything with my life. it does have the ability to make me laugh, that a few people… Continue Reading →

francisesesesin Boston

How is it exactly that we both call each other Francis? A fascination with the Gertrudes and Henriettas of the world: bad names usually indicate an awkwardness. How many Gerties have you known/ Hermans, Olgas, and Francises? We all have… Continue Reading →

Vulvic cream cheese and other early morning musings

My little muppet Asa, spewed like a gallon of vulvic fluid (ie the discharge following the blood-filled heat) all over my bed. So Francis is asleep behind me on the couch waiting for the fluidy crappo to be released from… Continue Reading →

FRancessa and deAa go to Boston

So I lost my job in a very uncool way-(I did nothing wrong), and now I am without a pretty cushy income. Oh well. In response to the complete and utter unpopularity of brown, I now give you both; blonde… Continue Reading →

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