I found my best friend in the direst of circumstances. In a layer of hell that Dante couldn’t even fathom. She was the light in the darkest of dark abysses an awkward freshman could ever imagine even existed. PE. . . . PE was the killer of all coolness. No matter how hard I worked... Continue Reading →
Most of what I really need to know about life, love and waterbeds, I learned on LSD. Books are neat and everything, but I’ve learned more tripping balls in outer galaxies to Bauhaus than I ever have cuddling up with a novel with some random orange cat. Seriously, whose cat is this? Triplog: Stardate, Tuesday,... Continue Reading →
It was so curious how she was always her weirdo self, yet was pretty popular in the Goth crowd. It reminded me of school – I had to study for hours to get an A on a test, while my friends would barely study and ace it. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I practiced my serious face for hours in the mirror only to be dragged around the club by Bill the Cat.
Hello amazing readers! I am going on Sabbatical because I've always wanted to say that and it sounds way more cool than I need to make some money. But don't despair, I'm going to actually get paid to write. It's just not about teenage sex and drugs. This blog is my soul. On a platter.... Continue Reading →
It was time to shop for a new, rad friend. A boss. One who would propel me to new social heights. And she had to be Goth; I made up my mind that my future was going to be black. Oh, and it was. Just wait. I met my best friend Sandy where the smokers... Continue Reading →
The only fear in love for me was and still is regret. I offered her my pound of flesh. It was hers for the taking. If she rejected me, then at least I wouldn’t regret not showing her all of me. Heartbreak is a painful enough event without bringing feelings of regret into the ring.
Brie recounted her conversation with Ethan approximately 453 times on the car ride home. So many times that I still remember every word. Here's how it went down: Brie walked right up to Ethan, cigarette between her moisturized and cuticle-free fingers. "Can I get a light?" "Sorry." Awkward moment. Ethan wiped his coked up nose... Continue Reading →
Brie hated smoking. She thought it was gross. Whenever she caught me smoking, she'd pluck it out of my lips and stomp it out. Thankfully I smoked generics. I tried and tried to convince her that smoking was trés chic. I pointed out smoking in the French films we watched together. Johnny Depp from “21 Jump... Continue Reading →