(I don't often post chunks of my journal, but this time I felt the need. Recently I risked sending some of my writings on psychic p...

It’s not that she wasn’t grateful. When you don’t get to go anywhere on a Saturday night because everyone thinks you’re a loser and f...

    “Oh. My. God.”   “Here she comes.” “It’s the suck.”   “Suckie.”   “Suck of the world.” She could never quite r...

This post has been stewing around in my brain for months now, and I still don’t know if I’m ready to write it.   Or, perhaps, to be o...

  There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds said in so many ...