Tonight

I’m putting on my makeup. I’m trying not to cry. I broke my heart… I do that a lot. I’m really good at it. Almost as good as I am at putting myself back together. Practice indeed makes perfect. It starts with pain no amount of ibuprofen can tackle. First, the chest caves in, then […]

Not Here for You

What the fuck? I’m not going to sit here and feel fucking sorry for myself. That’s not who I am. That’s not what I worked for all my life. I’m not here as a background feature to your life. Hell, I’m not here as a main feature to your life, just to my own. I’m […]

Wait for It

I would shove my hand so far down my own throat just to retch out every bit of sadness inside me, if I knew it would help. I would bash my temple against the corner of the dresser repeatedly to render myself dumb with every bit of darkness blotted out, if I knew it would […]

Things I Like About Myself Part II

The way I emphasize the “ck” part of “get the fuck out,” “go fuck yourself,” and “fuckboy.” My hair. Usually. 90% of the time. My different styles and outfits. So my wardrobe in general. My lips. My “crazy chick” moon eyes and heavy lids. How I narrate everything I experience in my head as though […]

Late-Night Post Live Music Drive Home

This night air is sweet like the hyacinths and daffodils I picked and placed on my windowsill. Silver beams seep in with the air through the car’s window cracked. I’m aloft on this inspiration. Motivation finds me here. Hello again, let’s get to work: We’re a little starry-eyed from stardom hopes glistening in our futures […]

Super Mario RPG Remix Album Release

Today’s blog is quite the promo, a big ol’ boost for OverClocked ReMix’s newest album, Super Mario RPG: Window to the Stars. My boyfriend, Dustin Lagaly (AKA Theory of N), was the album coordinator for this album, and after four years of hard work and deliberation, he’s relieved to see it released. Check it out, […]

I Just Can’t

As a feminist, there are so many things I have to admit that I can and cannot support. i.e., I just can’t. One of those things is the godforsaken bachelor’s party. The very word makes me want to punch the patriarchy straight in its nuts in hopes to prevent it from siring any more of […]