In the period of a half hour...

I was supposed to write a performance analysis for Susie Huggins English Class:

Oh dear, what can I say?
Where eros' arrow should have hit,
A writer's quill did neatly sit,
And now I'm stuck this way.


I come from a household of bullshitters; of course, I have always done well with the family practice.


I want it to rain. I want to come to my shitty and yet cozy apartment with a broken down couch. I want to come to my home after an awful day of work, and I want it to rain. And I want to have a big bag of Chinese food, with a pint of kung pao, and I want to walk in heels and a business suit with my hair in a messy bun, and it will be a cold rain too, and I will have a small dog named Alex that I thought was an Alexander but turned out to actually be an Alexandra and it really doesn't matter cause either way I'll call it Alex, and I want a broken down and broken in couch that sits on my shitty terrace porch that faces the grey city. And I want to fall asleep to the rain with an empty pint of kung pao by the couch and a huge warm blanket that smells of mildew covering me. I want it to rain real bad.



Let's drive fast baby. In the dessert. Like the movies, no one will be there, just you and I, a car chase. C'mon let's do it. No cops or rules, just you, me, and trouble.

She cries.









Yeah, that's all I got.

Off to...something or somebody

(And thinking it through a greyhound named Danny would work too *of course if female it'd be Danni*)