Slim
After surfing dozens of porn sites and downloading thousands of songs illegally, I finally got a virus on my laptop from a website containing quotes from the Bible.
After surfing dozens of porn sites and downloading thousands of songs illegally, I finally got a virus on my laptop from a website containing quotes from the Bible.
While waiting for a local gig to start, a stranger came up to me to say that he'd seen a photo of me on my blog that day.
He used to call me "Juice-Juice" because "Alyssa" was too hard to say and it was his favorite drink.
My brother cried and quoted a Barbara Streisand song the day he called to tell me he'd accepted my sexuality.
While my dad told us not to throw any more rocks in the creek, I launched my last big one over my brother's head as he stood up.
As I heard "maybe we should just be friends" for the 14th time in 4 years I began to think my current approach wasn't working.
When I was five, I licked my father's shaver and cut my tongue.
After sighing and telling her how much I missed my Grandmother, my mom laughed and said, "She hated you."
Once the sweat dried, the blood clotted, and the bones healed, I got out onstage with my dance company and won best performance in the state of California.
No twelve-year-old should have to devote two hours in the middle of the night to trying to prevent a friend from committing suicide.
When my boyfriend's 7-year-old sister whispered into my ear that she "wanted an innocent boy, not someone who gets arrested" I knew she would turn out okay after all.
I couldn't stop thinking about how that picture board had been made for a graduation party, not a funeral.
One night in college, I blacked out drinking in my friend's dorm room and "came to" while taking a shower in the men's bathroom.
I worked 8 hours today stocking a store, complete with lifting, bending, stretching, only to throw out my back while flushing the toilet at home.
When I was pregnant I used to think feeling the baby move was gas, but now whenever I have gas I think I'm pregnant.
The day after the first fistful of my hair fell out, my son and his red pit bull showed up for breakfast, both of them with shaved bald heads.
When I paused in between songs, I could hear my husband applauding on the other side of the shower door.
My aunt taught me to drive in the cemetery because "I couldn't hurt anyone in there."
A 5'2" mother becomes a very imposing figure when angered while holding a vegetable knife.
Until that day, I never quite understood the feelings of the author of the onesentence that read, "The spare was flat, too."
On average, I deliberately set a person's hair on fire every twelve years or so.
Over the sound of my neighbor vomiting, I heard his friend tell him, "Hey, to help you throw up more, picture venereal diseases!"
When he described his courtship process as "I'll text her for four or five weeks, then I'll hook up with her, then I'll hook up with her the next week, and then I'll ask her out," I knew we probably weren't going to be friends.
Upon seeing the university police stroll into my apartment looking for me for the third time in as many months, I decided that I was in fact ready to graduate.
One Halloween when I was little, before I knew any dirty words, my family dressed my puppy up in a skeleton costume so I called him a "boner."
I left his apartment smelling like every CD he ever lent me.
In almost three years of not seeing her, I've swallowed oceans of booze, smoked cartons of cigarettes, slept with a dozen different women, been arrested twice, found God, fired God, and nearly died at the hands of five angry men; and I still can't get over her.