prehistoric amounts of dork, nerd, and 'are you kidding me right now?' for your intraweb enjoyment
When I was a wee little little girl, I wanted to be a librarian. I thought the library was the coolest place on the planet. There were small rooms and alcoves and hallways full of books that I wanted to badly to read but I was too afraid to pick them up because they were [...]
Midge came into this world the same way she plans to go out: backward, covered in goo, crying, and naked as a jaybird. She has found, in her old age, that there really is never enough time to do everything so she does what she can and will finish the rest in another life. Whether the time is appropriate or not, Midge listens to mellow mood music like Boards of Canada, Yppah, and Neil Young. Someday, she would like to work up the guts to go on a solo camping trip in Glacier but, for the time being, while she is a quiet little titmouse (and quite the tits they are!), she will just get tattoos, go to shows, and read books that you're probably not interested in. She types here not to strengthen her craft or to expertly flow sentences together in such a way that your heart will break with the slightest breeze, but because if she doesn't get it out of her brain, the words will die and she'll never be able to find them again later when it's time to write it out the right way.
October 16, 2011
amg
