Curious questions

What do you do?

What do you mean? I don’t sit around and write poetry and manuscripts. I have a real job and I’m a mother. 

Why don’t your parents watch your daughter?

My parents are dead. When my father was alive he wouldn’t, he was gambling and wandering streets. I only saw him a few times a year. 

Do you have other family? 

Five siblings spread all over the place. I know what you’re going to ask me and the answer is no. It’s next to impossible for them to see my daughter and even me. 

What happened to your parents?

Is this an interrogation about my family or you’re trying to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong? My mother died of cancer in 2017. My father was hit and killed by a car the day before Thanksgiving in 2020. 

We didn’t know you were applying to be a cop. Why? It doesn’t seem like you. 

Do you know me? No. I’m bored with my life and I found an opportunity and applied. Also, maybe it has to do with my mother. She was a security guard and I thought she was a cop when I was little because she chased some bad guy and got him arrested. 

Blah blah blah blah blah. Why? How? 

What? I wasn’t paying attention. I strongly suggest you back the fuck off. You don’t know me or what I’m capable of. 

Common endings

‘Romeo and Juliet’ type scenario
A love that is forbidden and doesn’t sense to family, friends, outsiders, society, culture, etc. And then in the end they both die and stay together for eternity. So romantic. So romantically stupid. You should just let your fucking characters live as if they were real people.


‘Will you marry me?’
Yeah because every story in real life ends with ‘will you marry me’? No, that’s another chapter in life.


A wedding
Yeah because weddings are awesome and everyone enjoys seeing one. Haha. As much as we do want our characters to be happy, we don’t need to close their story out that way. There has to be something that happens after you get married, right?


Proposal, marriage, and babies
Why? That’s how we think it should go. People get married and have babies. Yes. We still want to believe there’s more chapters in life than that. You know, marriages end. Family members die. Your babies grow up. You change jobs. You may travel some places.





All events that happen in life but common, so boring and unoriginal. Something different…

‘Pick a topic’

What? I feel like I’ve written everything and now you expect me to focus on one thing. Haha. Yeah right.

What is going on now? Nothing. What about politics and protests? Do I look like a protester myself? I’m not. God damn. Do you really need another person to tell you how fucked up everything is? You don’t.

My old friend said I’m boring now because I have a kid. Yeah, I am. I also can’t help there’s nothing to do. Some people only find you interesting when you’re fucking around. Why? That’s when you have stories.

Oh, I can write what’s going on in my mind. I don’t even think it’s my business what I’m thinking. It’s a recipe for disaster. I’m sure you’ve seen some of my writing, you really wanna know what else goes on in my head? Haha.

Some things I haven’t talked about

Disclaimer: I’m bored and couldn’t think of a topic.


I trashed my car in college with coffee cups.

It’s not a few, I had like 20 in the front and back! The place to take our garbage was in the basement. I literally had to walk 4 feet to do it but I didn’t. Not until the point I had no room.


I hooked up with a Satanist.

In my defense I didn’t know he was the first time we did it. By the second time I did because he told me. He said he had a Satanist bible and not to worry, he doesn’t sacrifice people or animals. But then the last time we did it, it was in the middle of the woods. I had strange vibes the whole time and felt like I was being watched but there wasn’t anyone around. Not to mention he laid in the grass and I get on top and rubbed my knees in the woodchips. He had his mouth wide open like a blowup doll the ENTIRE time. It was the WORST sex experience ever. I later found some burn marks on my knees. Not sure what happened after that but him and his friend quit work and I never saw him again. Thank God.


My mother that much

It doesn’t mean I don’t think about her or care less. It doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I’m generally a private person. I don’t speak my every thought. I don’t wear my emotions on my sleeve. Sometimes maybe I’ll share a memory but not everything.


The rest of my family?

Sure if you’ve followed me a long time you already know my father hasn’t been in the picture since I was 11. I have 2 older brothers, 2 older sisters, and 1 younger sister. We don’t all have the same father. Outside of group messages I don’t keep in contact with my brothers, there’s no reason why I don’t. One sister I occasionally talk too, the one that lives in another state. Two of my sisters I talk too everyday. I work with one of them. Don’t ask me about my mothers boyfriend. He claimed to be like a father to us even after she passed. But then his new girlfriend moved in and he threw all of our stuff, including pictures to the curb. No one includes him in group messages anymore.


My day to day or week by week life being pregnant

Some people on social media do. Just what everyone wants to hear is how many times I have to piss, ribs hurt, she moves, I have acid reflex, I feel fat, etc. I’m sure me and dozens of other pregnant women have similar issues and it’s nothing new, different, or exciting.


My need to wear eyeliner everyday

Since high school I did because I thought it made my eyes look less small? Now it’s been over a decade and I still don’t feel right without it.


Issues drinking water

Water is okay but it’s boring. I tend to navigate towards Powerade or Vitamin water. I know it’s bad to over do it. Unless there’s a ton of ice in my water I’m not that interested.

Your work

is boring
you used to be funny
what the hell happened?
Now we don’t hear
from you for months
and it’s the same
blah prose shit
about some guy and girl
there’s no more
making fun of names
if we wanted to
be bored as shit
we’d read Shakespeare
or listen to Taylor Swift