Being broken is the same as being beautiful.
Monthly Archives: July 2006
Sometimes, I figure people must wonder why I don’t just pick up my stuff and go back home. Just about everyone knows (because I’ve let them know) that I really don’t like this area or the South in general. It’s nothing prejudiced. It’s mostly that I miss home and Seattle’s perfect weather, not to mention...
To the 50-something-year-old man sitting at the computer next to me at the city library:
I cannot express how deeply troubled I am at the strange noises coming from your side of the divider. The way you type using only two fingers and mumble to yourself indistinguishably makes me uneasy. What’s worse and even more uncomfortable...