3 A.M.: The Note From Ruth
“You aren’t dreaming.”
“You aren’t dreaming.”
Tip #1: Surround yourself with weirdos who don’t give a single fuck.
“Dickens, I wondered if you had any advice for me…as a first time mom.”
“Yes please!”
“But that’s not a job for a girl.”
“I’m sorry, did I say something to offend you?”
“I may not be rich monetarily, but at least I’m rich in margaritas.”
Hard times or not, there’s no cuter thing to be than queer.
“My name is Mae, today’s my first day.”
I know I’ve left behind ghosts.
Could you please turn down — and I use this term very loosely — “your” music?
It’s been one of those days where everyone seems to stare.
A visual interpretation of a poem by Li Bai.
“Baby’s first lecture?”
“If by nice night you mean a nice night to wallow in your own GUILT in the dark, then yes, I agree.”
“I won’t bother to save face and pretend I’ve been fine.”
What on earth was that job interview?
“Hey, how come you never talk about your crushes?”
“Hmm, white supremacy seems too obvious an answer.”
George. The light that never goes out.