portland,oregon/spring, 2009

Portland and I get along very well.

It both encourages and discourages me. 

Shoes and Suicide Watches

Here is a story that should not be true.

A girl with one of those schizophrenic disorders came to visit her friend in the city, and left her shoes in a housemate's room by accident. The housemate wore these shoes to get the mail, and set them in the corner of the room to wait for this girl's return. She'd be back, she would usually come and visit frequently. A week or two passed, the girl went missing. She'd disappeared before, adding drugs to the equation of an already unbalanced brain and a lonely personality. Things were looking bad.  Three or four days later she was found and put on suicide watch. During the panic, the housemate could only think, "What if I have a dead girl's shoes in my room?"

Your Friends Are Assholes.

I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

But I have a feeling you will find it out for yourself sooner than later.

Be sure to never try too hard..

just hard enough.

This is the cake my dear cousin Sally made me. 

She is a busy lady, and it was delicious.  

If only I had been named something short.

Like, "Chard."

Those Are The Hardest Days

There are some days when I wake up in a room where the is sunlight blocked by the trashy roll-up shades that I cannot roll up because my bedroom windows face the street, and there are people out there who will look in the window and see straight into my heart. On these days I open my eyes and remember that there are people in the world who get off on "vore" and "furries" and "furries who like vore". 

Then I cannot get out of bed for another half hour, at least.

Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn

I don't like to party so much as go to parties and stand in a corner and think about the Holocaust.

This is what I do all day:

and I don't even regret it.