Monthly Archives: August 2012

My room is dark and so is my mind. My legs are covered in mosquito bites from sleeping naked with the window open and the most sincere thing to touch my lips all weekend is the buttered bagel I’m eating. … Continue reading →

I’m laying in bed playing around with spit in my mouth and noticing how everyone on Facebook is getting engaged these days. When I say everyone, it means that every few weeks some person I haven’t spoken to in like … Continue reading →

One evening my father and I were discussing Match.com and our personal horror story experiences. Yes, I had signed up for a one-month trial about four years ago after receiving a black eye from a relationship gone a little too … Continue reading →