january 2 (365 pieces)

january 2 she likes to think she’s representing the every-woman the one hollywood had her believe in who wept into tubs of ice cream and didn’t know what to believe in it’s sorbet, because here too she’s part of the disaffected lactose-free city slicker generation but she digs in the spoon anyway, cold lemon kisses … Continue reading january 2 (365 pieces)

‘vampire weekend are full of it.’ or ‘a tale of oxford commas!’

Warning – the entry uses the word ‘fuck’ a lot. Primarily because Vampire Weekend use it in their song Oxford Comma. Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I’ve seen those English dramas too They’re cruel. Dear Vampire Weekend, I give a fuck about an Oxford comma. Or the fucking around of an Oxford … Continue reading ‘vampire weekend are full of it.’ or ‘a tale of oxford commas!’

the graveyard mission

I’m calling myself queen of the double-entendre for this moment, even though the secondary element of this was only an afterthought once I’d typed ‘the graveyard mission’ as my title. The first plan was to write something moderately interesting (theoretically) about my finally having finished reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman – and the protracted … Continue reading the graveyard mission