sex reminds her of eating spaghetti

i'm wasted, but not quite ready.

lost on my own paper trail

now adolescence looks even more awkward.

poor charlie brown

"happiness is a good credit score."

a life lived in boxes

suburban memoirs: just scars without war.

love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten

i wish i could remember the way i viewed love when i was a child. i wonder when i stopped being a child. i doubt we start our lives believing love should be a concept, a category, something to be bequeathed or witheld. it is simply everything.

ojalá pudiera recordar la manera en que veía el amor cuando era niña. me pregunto cuando terminó mi niñez. dudo que empezemos la vida creyendo que el amor debe ser un concepto, una categoría, algo que legar o retener. es simplemente todo.

i blame my parents

wine is a fine sleep aid.

your accidental death

we'll all be dead animals someday.

american-made, i

started out small, then grew irresponsibly.