Straight No Chaser

Wormholes

this journal didn't exist till...oh wait, holy shit. this journal is now over a year old. i meant to have a birthday party and everything. i ruin everything.

january: "hi everyone." "In Vitro Fertilization" 

febuary: "for like the past four days tbs has been showing a string of mid-nineties jim carrey movies and i'm really starting to worry that he died today or something." "Kaiser Sosa" 

march: "boring title, i know." "Career Plans" 

april: "i met marcus's parents yesterday; they took us to dinner." "Parents" 

may: "home sweet home." "Back to Reality" 

june: "not showing my face in here again till i finish this story." "Look Here Now Shannon" 

july: "so glad i don't have one of those blogs that emails me every few hours to remind me it's time to update." "Dickon" 

august: "i can't do this one, guys." "Babble Babble" 

september: "'strawberry letter 23' goes like this:

'hello, my love
i heard a kiss from you
red magic satin playing near, too

all through the morning rain
i gaze--the sun doesn't shine--
rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind

in the garden--i see west
purple shower, bells and tea
orange birds and river cousins dressed in green

pretty music i hear--so happy
and loud--blue flower echo
from a cherry cloud

feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
playgrounds will laugh
if you try to ask
is it cool?'" "Flying High" 

october: "1. i can't do the poem thing because i only have two poems in my portfolio, and neither one is exceedingly great." "How to Write a Compelling Story" 

november: "tomorrow might be a good day to wear a skirt, possibly the last one of the year." "Autumn at Last" 

december: "how i wish for that same clear, uneventful skin." "Vermicious Knids" 

it has been a really long year.