You died for three days straight

You died, and you died, and then you died some more. But that was later. Before, you liked to drink something called “Tarkhoun” – green like absinthe, and sweet like candy. Your nineteen-year old boyfriend burned up in a fighter plane in WWII. That day you said goodbye to him on the platform, when youContinue reading “You died for three days straight”

Intellectual Cyclists on a Rampage: A Horror Story

In the past month, I’ve experienced three near-collisions. Not because I was wasted (shut up, everyone), not because I was freshening up my mascara in the rearview mirror, and certainly not because I was receiving road-head, but because… and I’m going to take a few deep breaths here… Bicyclists. On. Campus. Think. They. Are. Bloody.Continue reading “Intellectual Cyclists on a Rampage: A Horror Story”

The woods are lovely, dark and… WHAT THE %$#@?!?!?!

I have just successfully avoided being eaten by a mountain lion/zombie/mythical monster. Thank you. Thank you very much. My first mistake was agreeing to take the dog out in the first place. I am sick. I should be snug under a pile of blankets, with a cup of tea and an enormous bottle of coldContinue reading “The woods are lovely, dark and… WHAT THE %$#@?!?!?!”