I was just answering questions on OKCupid, minding my own business, when I was asked whether or not anyone has ever written me a romantic poem. And then I realized that no one ever has. How did this happen? I have boned all kinds of nerds and poets. Where are my goddamn poems?
Erotic reading. Serious business 24/7.
I’m done guys.
No more readings from me. I’m done.
This is the best thing in the entire world. I straight up cackled.
Bon Iver sounds like a tired ghost without teeth.
Is there anything to do in Nebraska? I feel like there is something or someone magical, hiding there, and I am determined to find it when we drive through in September.
* I am seriously thinking about flying to LAX or SFO in late August / Early September and then driving back home (to North Carolina) with two of my best friends? I’m worried because of money, but I feel like I could swing it, and how amazing would that be? The photo shoots, the kitschy postcards, dressing ridiculously, looking for tiny, ridiculous adventures, talking to strangers that I never would have met. It would be amazing. I should do this.
* I’ve been writing, lately? Just little snippets of poems, tiny bits of prose, but like. It’s something. I feel good. Bloodworth got me hooked on Q10, which blocks everything out and then makes cutesy little typewriter noises.
* I don’t know. I feel good. I feel like I’m humming. I am excited, and hopeful, and inspired to get to work.
Osho & I are totally on the same page about love.