It took ten hours to drive through Nebraska

we stopped at The Lion’s Den but they wouldn’t let us in. We stopped in a quaint town boasting many antique stores but they were all closed, it was Sunday. We listened to Gucci Mane Traphouse III several times. We listened to Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams, first few chapters. We finally crossed the line and now we are in Colorado.

I loved my cat so much.

He was a stray. 12 years ago, as I was writing The Diary of a Teenage Girl, he started showing up at my studio door. His name was PipSqueak. He had only three legs. He was my constant companion through good times and bad. We knew each other better than most friends of the same species. I loved that cat so much. My daughters loved him. We’ll always love him.


I just want to meet Dej Loaf

Seriously I do.
That song is stuck in my head I wanna meet her. It sounds like a love song, but it’s filled with threats of violence and there are several references to noodles.
“Put a bitch-ni%#a head in pasta”
today it’s my favorite song

I’m tired

I’ve been talking a lot this week.
I like talking
But talking so much, I can’t remember whether I said something before or not
But talking so much, I can’t remember whether I said something before or not
At least someone wanted to hear what I said-or at least, they thought they might.
That’s lucky, I’d say.
Thank you, ICAF- Jose Alaniz, Jared Gardner, Bill Kartalopoulos, Brittany Tullis, Caitlin McGurk, and so many others.
Thank you, WCBN and T Hetzel and Elizabeth.
Thank you, Professor Sara Blair and all the graduate students in her class.
Thank you, Amanda Krugliak and Lucy and the Institute for the Humanities for a beautiful show.
And thank you to my students for being such a great bunch and doing such great work.

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