There is a form of psychological warfare inflicted upon Facebook users by its Memories function, algorithm, however you’d like to categorize it — in that daily reminder to reflect back upon your life, five years ago today, two, whatever it is. The response elicited in the user (in this case, me) tends to function on a number … Continue reading an algorithm, a chaos fairy, & abject failure.
from “fucked-up fairytales.” — comp book, 2000.Sit down, light a smoke, flip open my laptop. “Such a good title,” I think to myself as I type : Another Tuesday out in WeHo with Break, the boulevard draped with rainbows and hunky Santas, the misery of Christmas fast approaching, Keith and Little Will along for the ride. “Might be too … Continue reading deconstructing cher & tripping on meryl.
a f*cked-up fairytale, playlist. there are those pieces of music in our lives, the songs and albums we have deep, emotional relationships with — the music that reminds you of a fucked-up love affair and sends daggers through your stomach as a result of it, the album that takes you back to riding in the passenger’s seat … Continue reading music & a playlist.
He’s been calling all day. I know what he wants. I’m content to lounge, though. In pajama pants and dirty Uggs, the grey t-shirt I love and will wear forever, reading a fucked-up novel and wallowing in the self-pity she left behind with me. Ignoring him doesn’t work. Apparent at 10:45 p.m. when he arrives … Continue reading january 28 – an excerpt from a f*cked-up fairytale.