The Phone Call

I am tossing and turning, flitting through dreams, some entertained in a happy landscape, others notsomuch. I'm hot and then cold. Technically I am asleep but I feel myself being very aware of every time I kick the covers away and conversely every time I get cold. I feel when I brush my hair away … Continue reading The Phone Call


...I quite literally pissed off every single person I had contact with from the moment I woke up ("Hey you wanna go out this weekend?") to the minute after I fell asleep and was awakened around 4am by a phone call ("We need to talk.") Ugh.I think that's pretty damn talented.This is why I don't … Continue reading Yesterday…


So Jam asked over at Joy's spot and, for lack of any other inspiration, I guess I will reply.Ahh, Barbie. First coined "Gangsta Bitch Barbie" by yours truly (which may or may not be the way it happened but I'm gonna claim it cuz I'm gangsta like that and know it will go unopposed.)It is … Continue reading Barbie


... that I forgot this!!!So here's a test of random La trivia... who's my favoritest artist of ALL TIME?And when will he be coming to Houston for his first tour in 25 years?And WHO HAS FLOOR SEATS TO GO SEE HIM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am LITERALLY counting the seconds until December 4th. Next week is gonna be so … Continue reading I Cannot BELIEVE…


Aiight, so anyone who's been around my spot awhile knows that this is my least favorite time of year. I am not a holiday person. Usually, I'm pretty grumpy from around Halloween til the point where my first drink touches my lips on New Year's Eve (shout out to the guy who bought me a … Continue reading MOTHER*&$#@!


It's that moment when your breath literally vacates your body for parts unknown. When, just for a second, the world is suspended, everything is in slow motion, maybe completely still, and you simply cannot remember how to breathe. Maybe your heart pounds, or maybe its beating is arrested completely. Your palms might sweat. You might … Continue reading Hello

One Word

I was born a wordsmith. There was never a time I remember that I wasn't writing. Early on in life, words became my savior, my sword with which to fight even my most egregious life battles. I have an immense respect for language, for words. Words in and of themselves, when coupled with the appropriate … Continue reading One Word