Really, Universe? REALLY?

September 09, 2011 :: 1:12 PM

Talk about a completely shitty 24 hour span:

Brad McCrimmon who I had crossed paths with when I worked for the Whale died in a plane crash in Russia.

My best friend lost her grandmother.

A friend from college died of an aneurysm.

A friend of a girl whose blog I read has to pull the plug on their significant other.

That’s a lot of fucking death for me to process. Even though those aren’t people I was particularly close to, that’s still a lot to wrap my head around…

Dude. I seriously need a cookie, a hug, and a nap.

God, I love me some Matt Cohen.

September 05, 2011 :: 3:06 PM


matt cohen :: spn boscon, boston, ma :: aug 5 2011

Oh man. I’ve been up for 30 hours and I am FEELIN’ it.

But I wouldn’t change a single thing.

I spent Saturday night, all day Sunday, and a part of this morning with my friends from Albany.

I’m not going to go into too many details here because the juicy stuff belongs in my little journal - and let’s be honest. What’s said while the others are sleeping, or when we were on the back deck, or even when we were in my car, needs to stay in those locations. There was a LOT of over sharing. A metric shit ton.

But those are the experiences life is made of and they’re definitely the memories that you carry with you for the rest of your life.

I will say this much: some one asked me to send him some of my writing and it really made me feel a little uncomfortable. But in a good way. I decided to man up and send him a short story I wrote a long time ago. It’s the ONLY short story I’ve ever written, and probably will remain that way. I don’t know how to write short stories… It’s just not my thing. I went back and reread it and I forgot how painful actually writing the damned thing was. It’s a bit autobiographical - write what you know, right? And it’s from a very bad time in my life. I’m not quite sure what he’ll think of it, and honestly, I’m a little nervous about his reaction. I mean, I laid my soul bare in that story - it makes me feel so vulnerable to have it out in the open.

If you had told me I’d be talking about spirituality and the paranormal at 4 in the morning with Rollz and Orion, I would have told you that you were out of your mind. There’s a lot of stupid little things that you pick up on - those things that let you get to know someone - and I don’t know about the others, but the sober one noticed a lot. All it did was drive the point home (AGAIN) - I am so lucky to have these people in my life. Rollz and I actually had a little smooshyfest in the car on the way to my house - I love them, they love me, we’re a happy family…

There’s too much in my head… too much that needs to stay there…

Suffice it to say that I can’t wait until the Fringe Festival and their next sleep over!

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