At midnight it’s my birthday, but I don’t notice until Porcelain sneaks up and gives me a birthday spanking, and we all end up giggling on the couch in front of the fake fire. I’m twenty six now. As usual I remember the asshole judge who told me that kids like me died before we… Continue reading Happy birthday, me.
From school: This is what our snow looks like: Here’s a pic I took driving away from school: Have you ever wondered what’s at the end of the road? Well, now you know. Right before the end of the road, there’s a graveyard: Halloween! I was a naughty nurse, because I already had the dress… Continue reading Pictures
This really makes me want to learn polework. Too bad I can’t fit a pole in the van…
Iâ€™m writing this from a strip club dressing room, where I sit cross legged in a plastic lawn chair, wearing a black pleather corseted naughty nurse dress with red accents, a gaudy rhinestone necklace, thigh high black fishnets, and a pair of flip flops. There are no customers, and has only been one so far.… Continue reading random thoughts from the dressing room at midnight
I’m really bad at making up my mind. This may be why I live in a van, because I can’t make up my mind to commit to any place or life. I want them all. Today I woke up and it was raining. I wanted to run on the beach. I did not want to… Continue reading Decisions.
I’m really lucky to have grown up in the way I did. Even though there was a lot of trauma and bad things and insanity, I grew up with a lot of very basic things that it seems like a lot of people miss out on. When I was a kid we never had a… Continue reading The F word
Harvest moon. Cramps. Can’t sleep. That about sums it up. It’s six in the morning, the moon is huge and orange, and I’m crouching in the front seat of the van watching Bro sleep on the bed. I take Ginger and Cranberry Bark tinctures for my owie tummy, and it helps but I’m still wide… Continue reading Harvest Moontime
It’s been a long night because Bro got into the grease from the washed out frying pan, originally from the caribou, and it gave him diahrrea all night. So every couple hours all night long I’ve gotten up, walked him out to some grass, and waited while he shat. Now it’s morning and it’s eleven,… Continue reading It's come to that, has it?
I was talking to my mom today and my birthday came up. It’s in a few days. She told me that even if I’m not around, she always has a nice dinner in celebration. After all, it was a pretty big day for her too. On my mom’s birthday, she baked a lemon lavendar cake… Continue reading birthday love
A DEFENDANT accused of forcing a prostitute at gunpoint to have sex with him and three other men got lucky, so to speak, last week. A Philadelphia judge dropped all sex and assault charges at his preliminary hearing. Municipal Judge Teresa Carr Deni instead held the defendant on the bizarre charge of armed robbery for… Continue reading Have I mentioned how much I hate this culture?