Thursday, October 21, 2010
Joanns countdown: 6 more days
You know how when you go to the beach you end up with sand in crevices you didn't even know you had, and you find sand everywhere in your life for days? I'm like that now, except with glitter. I think it's even in my lungs. I think if I took a breathalyzer I'd blow the legal limit for glitter. You say there's no legal limit for glitter? There should be.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
skewed visions
Statement for a podcast series I'll be a part of in October:
I require constant proof of my existence. My own experience isn't enough; I must be part of someone else's experience. Yours. Proof requires witnesses. And so it is here, in this bodiless space online, where I am the most real. Google me. I am here twenty-four hours a day, for anyone, anywhere. Information, once disseminated, never completely disappears. I never completely disappear. I put up every photo I take, every thought I have, on Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, my website, my blog. When that isn’t enough, I write letters to strangers on the internet, and then I take screen shots of those letters and put them on the internet. I write down stories about my life. I tell them to you. This is me, watching me, watching me. This is me.
I require constant proof of my existence. My own experience isn't enough; I must be part of someone else's experience. Yours. Proof requires witnesses. And so it is here, in this bodiless space online, where I am the most real. Google me. I am here twenty-four hours a day, for anyone, anywhere. Information, once disseminated, never completely disappears. I never completely disappear. I put up every photo I take, every thought I have, on Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, my website, my blog. When that isn’t enough, I write letters to strangers on the internet, and then I take screen shots of those letters and put them on the internet. I write down stories about my life. I tell them to you. This is me, watching me, watching me. This is me.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Henry has now messaged all of my friends
And my profile revamping and message writing has NOTHING to do with that. Really. NOTHING.
The sad thing is that, even though the crazed infatuated state is fading, and I'm not so perfectly sure that I want him to be my boyfriend, I still get terribly jealous at the idea that he is messaging anyone else after having been naked with me. I should be everything he wants, even if he isn't. Because, apparently, what I really like is the ego-trip that comes with a person's affection. I guess that's something I knew about myself, but it's unpleasant to be faced with it so directly.
The sad thing is that, even though the crazed infatuated state is fading, and I'm not so perfectly sure that I want him to be my boyfriend, I still get terribly jealous at the idea that he is messaging anyone else after having been naked with me. I should be everything he wants, even if he isn't. Because, apparently, what I really like is the ego-trip that comes with a person's affection. I guess that's something I knew about myself, but it's unpleasant to be faced with it so directly.
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