Category: Blogging

Fingers So Incredibly Long

No one is awake but me, no one heard me scream, and something is still in the room, but it's fading, and it was just a dream, and they aren't real, and nothing is going to hurt me.

Eat the Rich

It's December, and we're still here, and we're allowed to be unproductive for a while. I'm done apologizing for it.

Listicle: 15 Things You’re Doing Right Now

1. Right now—more or less anyway—you are trying to get something done. You’re only reading this listicle because you think it’ll be a quick distraction from whatever it is you’re really trying to get done. It’s okay, I don’t mind. That’s what I’m doing right now, too— I’m writing a listicle as a way of

In A Certain Light

“In a certain light, wouldn’t nuclear war be exciting?” he said. There I was, on what would turn out to be the middle of a long string of Scruff dates that would lead nowhere but a weekday drinking habit. He was in the Navy, maybe an officer if I remember correctly (which, I probably don’t).