I have a fascination with journal-type memes, and in rereading Chuck Klosterman‘s “Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs” I realized that I’d never actually answered his “23 Questions I Ask Everybody I Meet In Order To Decide If I Can Really Love Them.” I mean, really? How can I know if I can even love myself unless I answer them?

Let’s do this, Chuck. (more…)

I’m listening to Howard Jones and trying to believe. “Things can only get better,” you say? I’ll take you at your word, Howard. (more…)

One of my friends told me that maybe I needed to drink a little before writing so I could loosen up and not worry about every single syllable I committed to the page.

I don’t think this is what he meant. But maybe it’s what I meant. (more…)