The Alphabet Diaries

Want my advice. No? Well you’re gonna get it anyway. Well that's dealt with. And in case you're interested, I did remember to turn off the toaster oven. See this is why I don't cook. Too many things to have to consider. Did I turn off the stove. Did I already add salt. Are these too doughy. The list... Sign in to see full entry.

hello. here's my thing. hurtful. happy times. Highway 44. My friend for the next few days. Please treat me well. I got my duffle bag of clothes, my backpack of graphic novels, what little cash I have, a gallon of water. And I had a little snack. Have you ever had pizza rolls. They're like little... Sign in to see full entry.

Bear with me here. I gotta get things settled at my place before I can head out. My friend and neighbor, Morris, is gonna make sure Theresa and Steve are fed and walked. He’s also gonna bring in my mail. Make sure it doesn't look like nobody's home. You know, for burglars. Fish-nappers. Throw em off... Sign in to see full entry.

Absolutely not. Ask me tomorrow. Ah choo. A sprig and a pea All right. Where do i start. Amish. And so it begins. The journey to see my dead mother. I always thought I'd see her alive one more time. I hadn't figured out exactly how that would happen, but somehow I always thought it would. And now.... Sign in to see full entry.

I guess we all have those feelings of inadequacy. I feel funny when I climb the rope in gym class. Imposter. It could always be worse. I really need to learn to relax. “I’ve had enough of this movie.” “Yeah me too.” Morris hits the stop button on my DVD remote. The TV flips on in the middle of some... Sign in to see full entry.

Milk duds. Move over I can't see. Maybe it’s just me. Man this hallway is dingy. Brown rug that I’m pretty sure used to be tan. Scuff marks all over the walls from people moving furniture in and out. And that smell. Of rotten meat. One of these days I gotta get up the nerve to tell Morris to do... Sign in to see full entry.

Ever feel so totally and utterly alone. Like there’s no one else in the world but you. I mean I could be surrounded by people and still have that feeling. It’s the loneliest feeling in the world. Knowing that if I died tomorrow nobody would care. Nobody would know for like a week. And even then it... Sign in to see full entry.

“Ricky Ricardo and Lucille Ball…” Why in hell is my alarm going off so damn early. Oh. Right. Big stretch. Big yawn. Shuffle to the bathroom in my slippers. Pphhhffffftttttttttt Heh heh. There is nothing more satisfying than a nice long fart in the morning. My poor friend Casey couldn’t produce a... Sign in to see full entry.