Monthly Archives: April 2017

This is the last fucking time I am ever letting Artemis talk me into any fucking thing ever fucking again. “A party’ll be fun!” “When your parents leave town they never check up on you.” “Come on! Why not?” Fuck … Continue reading →

I’m all right. I’ll be alright. I’ll get better. This will pass. I will not be in this forever. I will feel better than this. I will be in a more optimistic state. I will find that chipper mood. I … Continue reading →

I told the comic to kill the funny business about national politics. "Everyone here is on the same side," I said, "and every time you mention the president you’re not gonna convince anyone of anything. "Moreover," I said, "it reminds … Continue reading →

I should have gone to your show like I wanted to and watched you nervously handle the mic and the crowd and your excellent songs where you sing of longing and emptiness and unrequited feelings – all the things that … Continue reading →

He really hadn’t wanted the evening to go this way. Jacob’s a people-pleaser and he is never himself pleased when people get upset with him ever since he got blamed for Sister’s sprained ankle when they played tag out in … Continue reading →

Just so you know Zoe was not hitting on anybody. She’s just a friendly girl and she and Jacob have a history so she has every right to touch his arm and ask him if he’s really happy but April … Continue reading →

She is locked in the upstairs bathroom because she’s had too much to drink and she saw her boyfriend flirting with Zoe and they have something of a history and she feels kind of bloated which might have something to … Continue reading →

Yeah, you lost it. The idea that for just a moment seemed like the solution to everything a cure for blandness a recipe for love. You were on to something just on the top of your tongue at the corner … Continue reading →

She asks why we can’t be friends and I can’t go into it at all. I just say “Not yet,” and hope that it’s not enough. It never is. I can’t be her friend because I always wanted her, there … Continue reading →

I don’t know why you don’t like me that way. No, strike that. I can drop a dozen reasons why you wouldn’t be into me why anyone wouldn’t want me. Nobody is capable of listing my faults better than I … Continue reading →