forthcoming

This stunning cover art was created by Renee Alberts and will (soon, very soon) lend an extraordinary bit of beauty to my new chapbook, A Wicked Apple, forthcoming from the super-awesome-and-fabulous Hyacinth Girl Press.


This makes me happy.

In other news: it's vacation week! I'm getting paid to stay home! I feel just like Tyler Durden.

I won't be making soap from stolen body fat or anything, but whatever. There will be much cooking, cleaning, and errand running, because I'm fabulous like that and my life is so incredibly glamorous.

I do plan to catch up on my netflix queue of horror...

I thought this one was actually really creepy. I was expecting it to suck. It didn't.

I do, however, wish they had thought to include subtitles for the conversations in Polish. What's up, moviemakers?

Oh! P.S. I'm attempting to play with Twitter again. I have no idea why. Nevertheless, you might follow me. Linkage, (scroll wayyyyy down) stage right ----->

I do bad things.

Tonight I am reading poems about taxidermy, poison, and feral children. Unless I change my mind and decide to read poems about wicked robots. That could happen.

Also: I just heated up some leftover gravy and poured it over texas toast. I'm sure that wasn't particularly good for the cardiovascular system and whatnot. I don't care.

Time to face the strange...

I am not dead.

I just haven't felt a strong compulsion to talk to myself. Or write weird shit.

This has been my cozy little internet home for almost 5 years. Sometimes I think I should move to tumblr or wordpress, just to prove I can be stylish, but then I get lazy and complacent.

I have been working and sleeping when not mired in all things semi-domestic, such as making delicious sandwiches with tangy cheese. I feel the need to reinvent myself, although this will not involve wearing a pantsuit made of beef jerky and a beehive hairdo.

Prepare for reentry.

We Interrupt this Nervous Breakdown to Bring You a Blog Post

I just don't want to do anything these days. No chi.

I suspect there is some kind of weird energy simmering beneath the ennui.

I dreamt there was a jungle at the center of my workplace and it was populated with killer gorillas. There were men with bowie knives weaving in and out between the hardware aisles and the dense foliage. It was creepy. I wanted to join them, but had no weapons. I'm sure the dream translates like this:

I am lame and lacking in various kinds of physical and mental prowess.

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Re-Watching: Buffy, as the image of the female warrior inspires me during these periods of total incompetence. I'm skipping ahead to the final showdown. I think I need to Re-Watch Battlestar Galactica, too. Starbuck is so badass.

Reading: Sappho's Leap by Erica Jong. I can't decide whether I like it or not.

Baking: Chocolate Cream Pie. It's pretty.

Oh, hello there.

Oh! I had an interview up at PANK this week: check it.


Also: I have a blemish on my chin the size of a small planet. I have decided to name it Goneril after one of King Lear's more unpleasant daughters. I have come to believe this disfigurement will be permanent.

Life grows more complex and exhausting by the minute. I feel depleted. I might feel less depleted if I had some sugar cookies and like, a whole week to myself.

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Go on. Take everything. I want you to.



That's about it.

Things

1.) I love the smell of baked potatoes.

2.) Iron Man 2 was disappointing, but I still love Sam Rockwell.

3.) I wish I did not want to spend my day off taking naps, but I do.

4.) I wonder if it is horribly anti-feminist to consider purchasing a pair of spanx?

5.) The special effects in movies from the '80s seem hilarious to me.

6.) Vending machines should not sell sandwiches, especially if they are made of egg salad.

on my one month anniversary of blog silence...

What can I say? I've been busy writing strange snippets in the personae of various real and fictional women. I've been eating cake. I've been reading murder mysteries and watching horror movies about cannibals and aliens and cannibal aliens. This keeps me very busy.

I do other things that are not remotely interesting so I shall not mention them here.

If you are reading this post, I probably adore you. I probably miss you.

xoxo

S.