I wrote a chapbook today.
sext: 1996 Romeo and Juliet is tacky as fuck and hella 90s but I think it’s perfect.
Wouldn’t it be really cool to just lay in a field
Feeling like a less coordinated Ms. Frizzle.
Remember the time I was asked to do a poetry reading and instead of reading I just cried on stage into a microphone for 8 minutes and wiped snot and tears on my sleeve before walking to the back of the bookstore and crying more.
It’s kind of hard to believe good things are happening to you when you’ve been conditioned to believe that good things aren’t supposed to happen to you.
Yeah but, how do you feel about my brand.
A bird just took a shit in my hair. #awp2015
Note to self: I am going to die.
I write narcissislit. Can you not fuck with my aesthetic.
Feeling like a first season Nancy Botwin.
Basically my life has become a longform version of Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead and I am Christina Applegate except I’m working for a neuroscientist instead of a company that makes ugly uniforms.
Talking to people in real life is hard because I can’t just send them a blue cat sticker when I don’t know how to respond.
My name is Alexandra Naughton and you can find me on facebook commenting on a status near you.