"Simpsons Episodes for Breakfast" by Carson Nevada
there is no angst in the fourth dimension. just the hum of the vending machine on the first floor.
i text my psychoanalyst to tell him that this time i really do feel like my limbs are falling out
of their sockets, thinking to myself, Wow I Must Be So Fun To Analyze.
i tested Positive on the dollar-store marijuana test. i tested Positive on the dollar-store pregnancy test. this is the fifth thing i have silently written about an aries sun aquarius moon scorpio rising in my room. adjusting your habits is part of forgiveness.
last night i did a search on the app Intelius- Phone Search and Reverse Phone,
one of those we-can-find-anyone-in-the-world engines, and i searched for myself four times.
We Did Not Find Carson Donnelly-fine in Princeton, Nj.
We Did Not Find Carson Donnelly-fine in Boston, Ma.
We Did Not Find Carson Donnelly-fine in Roosevelt, Nj.
We Did Not Find Carson Donnelly-fine in Great Barrington, Ma.
i spent the majority of this week feeling like i kept asking a magic 8-ball questions that i knew
the answer to, and every time, it responded, Ask Again Later. things feel the most urgent when you have to compile an iphone note reminding yourself that all your friends love you.
i told a prospective professor on tour of my school that for fun on this campus i like to throw rocks at the lake when it freezes over. stopped myself from telling her that my heart
was in my left foot inside my bunion. it's hard for me to not tell the truth.
i do not want to look at words on a computer screen.