stranger than friction

Tomorrow it will have been a week since I lost a body part. I may have previously joked about flushing my gall bladder down the toilet after lighting it on fire but some (likely) drug-induced reflection has made me realize just like Radiohead predicted, "You do it to yourself, you do. And that's why it really hurts."
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resolve

After ringing in the New Year with a few great friends and enough butter chicken to drown a small town, here came 2012, all smug and stupidly cold. Daring me to make something of it already. Go on, make some promises to me baby. Make 'em big. Then ignore me like the food under the table in a restaurant. Too scary. It's fine. Your stomach should stick out that far when you’re totally not pregnant at all.
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