A blog cultivated by Annabelle Barrow & she's kind of embarrassed about it, but not enough to stop posting and delete the thing.

Friday, February 17


I've been slowwwly reading the book Bird by Bird: Some instructions on writing and life by Anne Lamott and I've been telling anybody that will listen about it. It's just so good (to me).
I came across this pearl the other day:

"I like for narrators to be like the people I choose for friends, which is to say that they have a lot of the same flaws as I. Preoccupation with self is good, as is a tendency toward procrastination, self-delusion, darkness, jealousy, groveling, greediness, addictiveness. They shouldn't be too perfect; perfect means shallow and unreal and fatally uninteresting. I like for them to have a nice sick sense of humor and to be concerned with important things, by which I mean that they are interested in political and psychological and spiritual matters. I want them to want to know who we are and what life is all about. I like them to be mentally ill in the same sorts of ways that I am; for instance, I have a friend who said one day, "I could resent the ocean if I tried," and I realized that I love that in a guy. I like for them to have hope -- if a friend or narrator reveals himself or herself to be hopeless too early on, I lose interest. It depresses me. It makes me overeat. I don't mind if a person has no hope if he or she is sufficiently funny about the whole thing, but then, this being able to be funny definitely speaks of a kind of hope, of buoyancy."

Thursday, February 9


I think I need some ruder friends.
I just got home from a day packed to the brim with social encounters. And I take off my jeans to discover that I've got a period stain exactly where my butthole is located. Mortifying. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'M SO EMBARRASSING. Nothing I can do about it now, except mull over every single time my butt was up in the air and out in the open for the world to see. There were so many times. In the words of W, "fuck me, right?" Also, my armpits smell really terrible, like rotten garlic and onions, and I'm wondering how long I've smelt like that, and also why did no one tell me? I mean, I just want to offer up a pleasant experience for everyone, but apparently I'm terrible at noticing my own stench. Another thing, it seems that I have super oily eyelids and my mascara is really shitty so my eyes have a distinctive raccoon look. I need a rude friend that will tell me when I've got something crazy out-of-the-ordinary going on with my body.

Otherwise, today was cool.

Wednesday, December 14

There I said it.

Potters and elementary schools have the worst websites. They're where all the bad 90's web designs still live and breathe.

Hey, I'm still here. I'm coming back to post more soon, just you wait.

Monday, August 22


I haven't had a pleasant dream in recent memory. But I had one this morning so I'm going to document it, even though I hate reading about other people's dreams and here I am forcing you to read mine. Sorry.

In the dream, N and I were sitting in a park that was up on this cliff that wasn't too high, but high enough and there was a projector and a screen and a park bench and we just put on some bluetooth headphones and watched Stranger Things on this park bench. I don't recognize this park in my awake life, but I'm totally comfortable in the dream. He turned to me and said, "After all this is over, you'll have to fix it." and I said, "Okay, I'll try."

Tuesday, August 9

"Some days are good, baby"

Best thing today:
Today I got a out of the blue thank you note plus a gas card from my Aunt that pretty much said thanks for always being helpful. So incredibly nice.

I gotta think of something nice to pass on to somebody else.

Sunday, August 7


Best thing today:
Golden Flake cheese curls
Refrigerated Coca-cola
Homemade chocolate chip cookie

Friday, July 29

Less than three

Best thing today:
No A/C sucks, but it's forced me to spend many a day, windows down music up.
There's something about clearing your mind and singing as loud as you can. I forget how easily I can change my mood by listening to my music.
Also, B jokingly proposed to me so that was weird.