Bouvre

Can't say it's been a big thrill so far, so at least I'm marginally equipped for all the bullshit days in Suck city

I'm wearing makeup And style never dies

This is the part where I feel nothing. I am numb like every other adult

Technically it's all downhill. Luckily that's how you go FAST

Old as cold mold

Read Han Kang's The White Book, Reading Brandon Taylor's Real Life, Looking forward to The Third Hotel by Laura van den Berg and Claude McKay's long-lost novel, Romance in Marseilles Waiting for a friend to translate part of my manuscript into Spanish so I can start submitting it to small presses again. It's come close to nabbing publication by a margin, so I've been busy mending details and tightening language to up it's chances of being released into the world. Got some flash fiction forthcoming in publication with a lit journal I consider to be one of my favorites, so getting the acceptance notification was like a dream. Outside of that, mostly working my two jobs. What's new with you?

and I've been celebrating the only ways I know how: Drinks, books, karaoke, an anime night at my house with friends, and a barrage of selfies to cope with fading youth. Happy birthday, me!

Zak Bagans with spirit box: What is your name? You, ass ghost: Zak: is there something that holds you here? You: Zak: can you back that thing up? Spirit box: *explodes*

Hapbirt

The compacted wisdom tooth with only local anesthetic. They'd pulled so hard at that tooth I remember my head coming off the chair while the dentist laughed at the tooth's stubbornness. I don't remember my fractured arm, which I remember being painful at five. But I strongly remember recovery from that dentist visit. I responded poorly to Vicodin from the first procedure, so I only had basic acetaminophen to deal with the pain.

Real color More of a yellow green tho

Working as bartender. Things will be interesting, but I'm not closing, so I'll be able to hang out with my spouse for a bit after work.

I love pineapple and jalapeno. Ham or no ham, either is superb.

Yo! I was the shitty mystery judge who totally didn't get their shit together for a low-volume reading job. The results are up, and so I'm not going to bother with a balanced assessment of everybody's work. Instead, just to celebrate the few who put themselves out there, I'm going to talk about what I enjoyed from everybody's work. The Quest: The anxious part of me loved this to pieces. I could tell the writer enjoyed the process. Particularly I was drawn into the voice, which was incredibly singular and unforgettable. I was laughing all the way through it. I believe by allowing the narrative to tinker with absurdity and chaos, and simply having fun, there were some sentences that sparked interest and attention and were truly innovative. I love a lot of poets, and some of my favorites shirk convention and create something unique through odd adjacent shifts, like Michael Robbins, Kyle Flak, James Tate, and others. I could imagine them each finding something about this piece that grabbed them. Oh Shit I Didn't Think of a Title I read this after The Quest, and so I imagined it would be similar in how the name implies an impulsiveness. However, I was misled by my own assumptions, but not in a bad way. On the contrary. This story reminded me indirectly of Vonnegut's Breakfast For Champions, specifically in how the perspective shifts toward the end. Whereas Vonnegut goes from third to first by introducing himself as a character, this goes from strict second-person into first-person direct address, and flawlessly, and completely entertaining with a strong seasoning of vile, but never losing the tension that comes with the stranger, who hovers excellently across the protagonist's entire day. The cheese sandwich factory scabs also sounds like my new favorite psychobilly band. Blowing it Spectacularly: The Lustful Gaze of a Saucy Stepdad Y'all, your fucking titles! I'm actually amused though, and was impressed by how much understanding of tension and situation we got in the beginning simply from people talking. Being dialogue-heavy from the very beginning is difficult when it comes to building context, but I knew who was talking, what their relationship was, and what their other relationships were, that it compelled me through the story and into the action, which occurs only we're more than halfway through the story. That's not an easy feat, but it felt easy to read. The Bloody Scarab's Wrath The main character finds himself beginning as strongly unsympathetic. He's selling his own wife to score. Yet, the sympathy--or empathy for that matter (depending on who you are)--I end up feeling for this character came as a pleasant turn and surprise for me. I was expecting to despise everybody like I did in other entries. However, the heart reveals itself splendidly, and when it's crushed, I feel flattened myself. Also, if the bloody scarab in a vial is a Cowboy Bebop homage: thank you. If not, still. It made me think of it, so thanks! While I regret not being able to provide a thorough critique, as the other judges took upon themselves, I'm happy I had the chance to read your work, and hope to read more later.

A beer, a shot, and singing Because The Night by Patti Smith at karaoke

August 2004

Go-tos: The Killers - All These Things I've Done Billy Joel - Piano Man Dead Milkmen - Punk Rock Girl Violent Femmes - Add It Up David Bowie - Space Oddity Bobby Darin - Mack The Knife Roger Miller - King of The Road Vampire Weekend - A-Punk Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah Simon And Garfunkel - Kathy's Song Pink Floyd - Nobody Home Pavement - Cut Your Hair (I do a lot of karaoke) Songs I wish they had: Too many to name, but right now I'd love to do "Nothing but Flowers" by The Talking Heads

This isn't even a matter of white people profiting off of the pain of people of color; the first paragraph is messy as fuck.

I'm dying from "American Dirt" being pushed as a good book.

The hottest take. Seriously, ice your genitals.

I worked as a prep babe for a regional chain during grad school in the Northeast. Store managers made some bank, but it was stressful as fuck. 100,000 should be a minimum.

I love Geralt Way.

Does he actually ever become a good actor?