March 2010
1 post
My intestines have shit for brains.
Admitting you are lactose intolerant is admitting you are a failure — a failure at digestion. This is why I still eat ice cream. This is why I no longer believe in the mind/body connection.
September 2009
2 posts
When I am happiest.
You make me smile, but only with no teeth.
Portland.
“We’re just two people moving in together, which is nothing in the scheme of things.” He asked me what I wanted, repeatedly. ”What do you want? What do you want out of life?” “I don’t know,” I said. But I did know. I wanted nothing in the scheme of things.
August 2009
3 posts
The moment I could pinpoint falling out of love.
I loved him, and I was trying to force the meaningful type words to come out. ”I didn’t know what I wanted until you became the definition.” “I gotta watch this DVD.”
My Gynecologist told me not to get depressed.
Apparently labia are not exempt from the effects of economic turmoil.