I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee. So bad. So bad that I feel like it’s going to come out of my ears and nose and eyes. So bad that I have to hold my … Continue reading
Our basement When I was a little girl growing up in suburbia the last thing I thought I’d be doing at the age of twenty-two was living in an abandoned, broken-down building in the ghettos of London without heating or … Continue reading
For some reason unbeknownst to me, our art collective !WOWOW! was once again asked upon to fly to a foreign country for the purpose of getting wasted and running around like maniacs. All in the name of art, of course. … Continue reading
In high school I was such a loser. Not the ugly, geeky, reject table type of loser. Please—as if I wasn’t popular. What I mean is that, in hindsight, I was so fucking cheesy. I was the epitome of the … Continue reading
