It’s a cool rainy day in New York City. I’m on my way to work, but I had to share this creepy track that I want to have sex with. Similiar to preferring writing that gives me chills, I like songs that do the same.
I’ve realized I really need to publish a short story collection. Prior to the next poetry book and post Novel.
Namaste cult of blog
Words are pouring from my fingers like woah. I’m a bit in love with what I’m working on at the moment. It’s nearly half done, considering I started this particular project like two weeks ago, I’m pretty excited. Truth be told, I just want to have one completed Novel next to my poetry books.
Then the next poetry book will be in the cards… it’s been a minute.
In other news, I was chatting with one of my besties about the not-relationship I was recently caught up with. My mate and I decided to apply the two second rule to the situation. Only opposed to dropping something on the ground for two seconds then eating it, we decided that two ordinary instances of shagging don’t really count for anything. And that I shouldn’t have ever really cared or been attached to this particular person. That’s how the two second rule applies here. (more…)
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…)