a skeleton running from the closet.

all these moons are yours.

female,
resides in both
new york city (sometimes)
& san francisco
(most of the time).

contact me at:
jrc81890eeb7
at yahoo dot com.

i accept fan mail
and cash prizes.

or you can:
say it here.

this is a writing project with joel crary.

this is my ancient writing portfolio.

here is my twitter.

here is my flickr.

here you can donate!

these are tunes.
Mon Feb 6

Facebook chatting with the boyfriend I had at age 16:

  • “How’s my wife-to-be (in another 7 years, 8-9 for you)?”
  • “As far as my love life goes, I’m about as happy with the girls I meet as you are with me in 11th grade”
  • “I just want a girl who cares about how she looks as badly as I do”
  • “Did I mention I have been featured in Japanese menswear magazines?”
  • “In the winter I wear suits”
  • “I’ll take your last name or something”

We were in love or whatever for 8 days. And we’ve stayed a weird kind of friends.