Bottles.

I live in bottles.  That phrase has been bouncing around my brain for the last 48 hours. I’ve been mentally.. narrating my life, or something, since my last post. I’ve been conscious of the fact that I’ve wanted to write something, but until today, I literally lacked the ability. I fell into – practically tripped […]

The Four Stages of Manic Confidence

I don’t cook. Like, really. I don’t cook. I try to do things and it always ends up pretty bland, pretty.. wrong. But for whatever reason, when I emerge out of that dark fucking cave, I feel like a gourmet chef. Macaroni and cheese (homemade, four different kinds of cheese).. cookies.. Spanish rice.. Fried rice.. […]