Someone on the Internet doesn’t like me. This wouldn’t be the first time someone on the Internet doesn’t like me. I’m not the most likable person on this planet, but I always thought my charisma bought me some points. The rest of my “charm” is on charisma credit, which I’ll have to pay at …
I took Blaspheme Baxton out for a spin last night for some Second Life action. I opted on her and not Alphonso Bookmite because I thought some old buddies would be one. Portia was, but I wasn’t going to intrude on her Second Life action (no innuendo intended). I first joined Second Life to handle …
Someone (possibly an ex-girlfriend) once told me told me that jealousy was evidence of love. Hope Queener wants a change in life. Her only hope is that her grandfather, the patriarch of the family, will allow her to move on, take the internship that could introduce her too much needed connections. Hope Queener, …
As a kid, when my cats vanished, my family would tell it was because they went looking for their home. In no way was this an euphemism for death. It was an euphemism for sex. Hope in November: Sitting on the bus from Chapin to Boroughs listening to the flavor of the month, a band …
Clank. Clank. Clank. Tiny explosions in the sky. Formidable foes. Let’s take a drink. Where was I? Telling a story. Feeling odd about growing old. I’m counting the days until my 28th birthday. An even number, goody. Excuse me while I figure out what I’m supposed to have accomplished at this age. I’m failing at life, that …
Sometimes I forget people exist. Sometimes I forget they stop existing. Sometimes I forget some people never existed to begin with. Cassandra – but everyone calls me Cassie – wakes up one morning, staring up at the ceiling fan rotating above the bed she shares with long-term girlfriend, Flor. A buzz of a …
