Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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In a little moment of clarity

My friend Kelley (Valkyrie) passed yesterday morning. I am trying to make sense of anything right now and cannot really fathom why one of my best friends would be ripped away at 27 years of age. When I called her… Continue Reading →

off to the sun for the winter months

So I’ve decided to finally say fuck it to new york winters and run off to Miami to bartend for about three months. If you know anyone at all who may be looking for a roommate for three months who… Continue Reading →

Ode to the Birthday girl:

“Sitting in a pool of your own piss, with underwear and a big fat lazy gun.” You know, it’s funny how much little girls can really get under my skin. Not necessarily little in stature, but in the sense of… Continue Reading →

harpy barfday to me

There’s that whole idea that we have to spend our birthdays every year in a perpetual state of contemplation; judging the past year for our accomplishments, mistakes, and the justification that we have survived another year. For me this birthday… Continue Reading →

happy barf day to me

There’s that whole idea that we have to spend our birthdays every year in a perpetual state of contemplation; judging the past year for our accomplishments, mistakes, and the justification that we have survived another year. For me this birthday… Continue Reading →

apples, spot, and the two deliquents

Sometimes you walk away from a situation with less energy, and more drain slipping down. For me today, the inspiration to fully take advantage of a day off is almost a joke; I got the speech yesterday about my inability… Continue Reading →

drained, sprained and named

So my weekend was full of drama and too much emotion to stomach so well, but that’s ok. My birth mother and her mother were in town for the first time together. Her mother spent a good deal of time… Continue Reading →

stickity stuck in the muck

So my weekend was full of drama and too much emotion to stomach so well, but that’s okay. My birth mother and her mother were in town for the first time together. Her mother spent a good deal of time… Continue Reading →

good god I hate getting up from the spoonings

My boy has this incredible ability to be the best spooner on the planet. 99% of the time he is spooning, or I am spooning and we just spend a good portion of the night spooned together. Today is that… Continue Reading →

I have this half curled up…

Lately I have been contemplating my future, and my present, all because I have seen my past. The other night I saw J, and it hurt, to see him, realizing it was not me with him. i was apart from… Continue Reading →

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