October 2009
31 posts
Tumblr Poll:
I’m going to Portland for a kick-ass Halloween party in a bomb shelter. I’m forcing the friend I’m driving over with to dress as Brock Sampson (cause he’s waaaaay more perfect for it than I am). I’ve really been looking forward to being Brock. Alas anyway… on to the poll:
Should I go as Dr. Girlfriend?
Or should I go as Molotov Cocktease?
Note: I’m...
Prison Stalker Update:
After multiple calls every damn day and creepy “I loooooooooove you!!!!!!!!!”s and creepy assurances that he’s coming to visit when he’s paroled next month and thinks I’m now his girlfriend… the authorities were called. (And even an hour after he was warned against calling me, I got another “I LOVE YOU!” call. Oooph.) How is that even possible?...
Gogol Bordello was so awesome that it gave me the flu for the past week. Totally worth it.
I'm sorry _____.
It’s amazing how a man can go from being a complete object of my secret desire to just a guy I know in one sentence.
Ah crap...
Dear H,
Hi. How are you? I am fine. It was nice to hear your voice after almost 12 years. I got your phone number from my copy of the Idaho County Free Press. I was convicted of sexual contact of a minor under age 16. I touched a fourteen-year-old female on the outside of her clothing when I was 21. I got sentenced for 3 fixed to 15 total. I have been locked up for seven years and one month...
Curiouser and curiouser.
The dude in prison just called again. This time I accepted the charges. He could only talk for 30 seconds, he’s on restriction or something like that.
Me: Hello? Joe: Is this really you? Me: Yes? What’s going on? Joe: How are you? Are you okay? Me: Joe… Why are you in prison? Joe: That’s kind of hard to explain. I kinda got in some trouble after high school. You remember...
Phone calls from prison...
Last night I got a call from a guy in prison. On my cellphone. How this guy got my cellphone number is beyond me. The guy isn’t really a total stranger, but when talking about complete strangers from different lives, well, he might as well be a stranger. We went to grade school together. He was the “Pig Pen” from Charlie Brown of our grade. Nobody liked him cause he smells like...
It took me talking about growing up in a mental...
Er... um... okay?
My father made a very valient effort yesterday to cheer me up in a ”Buck up Buttercup!” kind of way. It was sweet really. But then I realized our conversation was like driving the wrong way down a one-way street after he started saying this: “I really think the reason you’re not satisfied with your life right now is because you’re not praying.” Then he proceed...
