I like everything leading up to Halloween, but I actually don’t give a shit about Halloween at all

Big surprise!

I’m going back to sleep~

My friend Hali and I feel the same way about this: if sex is the apex of human life, then we’re in big trouble

. . . socially, Ahab was inaccessible. Though nominally included in the census of Christendom, he was still an alien to it. He lived in the world, as the last of the Grisly Bears lived in settled Missouri. And as when Spring and Summer had departed, that wild Logan of the woods, burying himself in the hollow of a tree, lived out the winter there, sucking his own paws; so, in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab’s soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom!

Holy lord, yes


I told Leila yesterday: “When someone comes to my house and they completely ignore Dante, I have to write them off.”

My friend Alayna sent me a letter in the mail. The front of the envelope looks like this:



The back looks like this:



Inside was an inverted dancing skeleton with orange eyes and a screaming face. My cat wanted to eat it. It looks like this:


Thanks Alayna!!!!

This is the nicest thing I can say about people:

If an animal dies in the wilderness, it falls to the ground and stays there. In no time at all, its body will be covered in insects. Other scavenging creatures will smell death somewhere, and follow that smell till they reach the fallen animal. They will then pick at whatever is left for them to pick at.

A human—if it is the right kind of human—will take their deceased animal friend someplace outside. They will dig a hole. They will place their animal friend in the hole. They will gaze down at the hole and sadly say good-bye. They will cover the hole with dirt. Depending on how long the human knew their animal friend, they will be unable to sleep for days or even weeks.


Sometimes, if I haven’t shaved for a few days, I’ll rub my chin on Dante’s head in the same sort of motion mother cats use with their tongues when they clean their kittens. I mean, cats have those rough tongues. I imagine an unshaved chin feels the same way.

God, I don’t know. It’s funny for both of us, maybe.