January 14, 2015

I Shouldn't Be Here

I shouldn’t be here.

That’s what the wicked little voice in my head started whispering the moment I stepped into my first class of my last undergrad semester. As I sat in my stiff desk, reading on my Nook until my professor showed up, little snippets of conversations pricked my ears:

“Mom only got me the bronze meal plan this year. I’m starving to death.”

“I’m making a mock-u-mentary on BG Undead. It’s like a Nerf war zombie attack game. Hardcore.”

“I’m moving to NYC when I get out of here. I’m gonna be on Broadway. I’ll probably have to be chorus at first, but that won’t last too long.”

And the little voice in my head gets a little louder.

I shouldn’t be here.

January 4, 2015

New Year, New (and old) Ambitions

Four days into the new year, and I’M BACK!

This has been one of the longest breaks I’ve taken from my blog. 2014 wasn’t the best year for Bite Me. In fact, 2014 wasn’t the best year for me creatively. I didn’t dance much, utterly failed to finish my second draft, and dropped off a cliff with my body chain production pretty much the moment I created the Etsy page. Rough.

October 18, 2014

The Voodoo Fad and Why it Hurts my Heart a Little

Why, yes, this image has everything to do with Vodou.
I apologize for the length of time between each of my posts lately. It’s kind of tough to get back into the swing of college after a two year absence. I also apologize that this is a rant with absolutely no bigger message, point, or any good organization or clear thoughts. But let’s just get right to it.

Okay, here we go.

This is going to be one bitch of a rant.

Fuck, I really don’t want to do this.

September 19, 2014

Breaking Up

            Hey, guys. I’m in an awful state of mind right now, so this post is going to be very incoherent and less than eloquent. I’m basically just going to get my point across and bail, because focusing on what’s happening to me right now is pretty detrimental to my mood.

            I have a terrible track record. In the four long relationships I’ve had in my life, three of them ended in horrific train wrecks of heartbreak. My most recent relationship hasn’t ended that way. It’s more of a whimper than a bang, which is less tumultuous but infinitely more difficult to navigate through for me. Most of what I’m going to talk about here isn’t really in reference to what is currently going on for me, so I’ll be using examples of the more traditional meltdown relationships I’ve had in the past.

August 30, 2014

Snake Talk: Why I Don't Feed Live

Last night for me was not a typical Friday night for most. While many of my friends were hitting up the bars, chilling at house parties, or catching up on sleep, I was standing over my bathroom sink, holding a blow dryer over a previously frozen dead mouse in order to make his coat warm and fluffy.

The glamorous life of a Snake Mama.