I'm super serial. The SURPRISE issue of BE ABOUT IT is going to be published soon, but I want to give everyone a chance to submit before I take it to the printers.
I know. It's taken me a while to get this think in ink, but I have a few reasons. Pretty valid reasons, if you ask me.
Number one. I recently got out of a relationship that had turned sour over the past year. I was in denial about the state of things for a while, and I wanted it to work, but I'm so happy that it's over. I feel like I have a new energy within me and I'm ACTUALLY DOING STUFF. Stuff like spending time with friends [friends I had neglected because I was depressed and didn't feel like I had the courage leave the house. I'm talking about well before the end of this particular relationship-- for the past year or so I was practically a shut-in. Some "friends" did not understand what I was going through--and I can't blame them, because I kept it all to myself-- and consequentially stopped talking to me. That's how it goes, I guess.], writing, reading, working on various projects, meeting new people. I'm having the time of my life right now. Good riddance, bad relationship.
Number two. I was essentially homeless for a month. I wasn't living on the streets, but I was living out of a bag. I was a vagabond. This is what happens when the place you call "home" is no longer home because your ex also happens to live there. I couldn't be there anymore, so I packed a bag and slept over at friends' houses until I could find an apartment of my own. Thank Greg for friends. I love them, and I totally owe them for helping me out while I was in that tight spot. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have them. They know who they are.
Number three. Looking for apartments in the Bay Area is really difficult. I had to navigate the tricky world that is SF Bay Area Craigslist, where most listings are either totally fake scammy ripoffs from hustlers who want your bank account information, or are weirdo anal retentive types who are more looking for companions than someone to help pay the rent. I could not (and still can't) afford to live on my own in this crazy city (the rent is too damn high!), so I scoured the room shares for what seemed like an eternity until I found a cool spot with a cool girl who is more than lovely. I lucked out, but it took a lot of searching.
Number four. I'm in a new relationship. I know, you're probably thinking there's something wrong with me, but I didn't mean for it to happen and I certainly wasn't looking to jump into ANYTHING right away. But I did meet someone awesome by chance, and that's kind of how it goes, I guess. I'm in love, I'm happy, and I finally feel fulfilled in a way that I have never really felt before. I won't divulge too much information, because that's really not my style, but I'm grateful it happened the way it happened and I'm happy that I took a chance, even though I wasn't sure about it at first. Again, that's kind of how it goes. You find love when you least expect it.
SO. I'm finally settled in my new place, I finally have my Sookie cat back (after a bunch of ridiculous emails with the ex), I am dealing with financial crap but I am staying on top of it (would love to be making more money, but who wouldn't?), and I am ready to get back into my old groove, and then some.
This means 1) more blogging, 2) more writing, 3) better writing, 4) making new and better music (and finally releasing that damn EP!, 5) finally getting this zine issue out and into the public realm, and 6) having FUN again. I'm psyched. I hope you are, too.
Please submit. I accept poetry, prose, flash fiction, love letters, receipt tape raps, shopping lists, photography, diner napkin scribbles, notebook doodles. BE ABOUT IT.
Number one. I recently got out of a relationship that had turned sour over the past year. I was in denial about the state of things for a while, and I wanted it to work, but I'm so happy that it's over. I feel like I have a new energy within me and I'm ACTUALLY DOING STUFF. Stuff like spending time with friends [friends I had neglected because I was depressed and didn't feel like I had the courage leave the house. I'm talking about well before the end of this particular relationship-- for the past year or so I was practically a shut-in. Some "friends" did not understand what I was going through--and I can't blame them, because I kept it all to myself-- and consequentially stopped talking to me. That's how it goes, I guess.], writing, reading, working on various projects, meeting new people. I'm having the time of my life right now. Good riddance, bad relationship.
Number two. I was essentially homeless for a month. I wasn't living on the streets, but I was living out of a bag. I was a vagabond. This is what happens when the place you call "home" is no longer home because your ex also happens to live there. I couldn't be there anymore, so I packed a bag and slept over at friends' houses until I could find an apartment of my own. Thank Greg for friends. I love them, and I totally owe them for helping me out while I was in that tight spot. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have them. They know who they are.
Number three. Looking for apartments in the Bay Area is really difficult. I had to navigate the tricky world that is SF Bay Area Craigslist, where most listings are either totally fake scammy ripoffs from hustlers who want your bank account information, or are weirdo anal retentive types who are more looking for companions than someone to help pay the rent. I could not (and still can't) afford to live on my own in this crazy city (the rent is too damn high!), so I scoured the room shares for what seemed like an eternity until I found a cool spot with a cool girl who is more than lovely. I lucked out, but it took a lot of searching.
Number four. I'm in a new relationship. I know, you're probably thinking there's something wrong with me, but I didn't mean for it to happen and I certainly wasn't looking to jump into ANYTHING right away. But I did meet someone awesome by chance, and that's kind of how it goes, I guess. I'm in love, I'm happy, and I finally feel fulfilled in a way that I have never really felt before. I won't divulge too much information, because that's really not my style, but I'm grateful it happened the way it happened and I'm happy that I took a chance, even though I wasn't sure about it at first. Again, that's kind of how it goes. You find love when you least expect it.
SO. I'm finally settled in my new place, I finally have my Sookie cat back (after a bunch of ridiculous emails with the ex), I am dealing with financial crap but I am staying on top of it (would love to be making more money, but who wouldn't?), and I am ready to get back into my old groove, and then some.
This means 1) more blogging, 2) more writing, 3) better writing, 4) making new and better music (and finally releasing that damn EP!, 5) finally getting this zine issue out and into the public realm, and 6) having FUN again. I'm psyched. I hope you are, too.
Please submit. I accept poetry, prose, flash fiction, love letters, receipt tape raps, shopping lists, photography, diner napkin scribbles, notebook doodles. BE ABOUT IT.
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