I watched a hilarious comedy show with one of my besties last night in Harlem, before we went for a sultry August stroll up the Hudson River. It’s funny, because this particular mate of mine has never seen me go up – but we’ve read my joke books and cackled on my carpet once or twice.
There’s nothing better than making someone laugh. I’m putting serious consideration into an open mic tonight at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre. I’ve written some new jokes, I’ve got some from old sets. (more…)
ode of despondency
my door. (more…)
Everyone has opinions on whether to still be mates with someone after you shag. My stance? Oh hell no.
There are a few reasons that set me in this position. Being a serial bride, I’m used to an inkling of committment. And a breakup, is exactlty that. A break of committment. When committment breaks, someone has decided the sexual relationship is over.
That’s when I bounce, blog family. (more…)
I spent big chunks of weekend on the telephone to Australia. I haven’t really slept since Thursday. Conversations sounded like this:
“Yo. I’m glad I did it and everything… but seriously.”
“Yeah. You need to come home.”
#FollowMe(back)ToAustralia takes shape. (more…)
After being shitty over my second “husband” deleting all of my videos during another childish tantrum, I decided to fire youtube up again today.
My first project from my video poetry page. Me reading The Summer That Burned Me over Mind One.
That one hurt, blog tribe. Never trust a pair of violet eyes. (more…)