Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
In 2008, I came home from a roadtrip and there was a depressed looking pug in a crate at my mom's house. He had been my aunt's, but she couldn't keep him anymore, so he wound up at my mom's house. He was three. I was twenty four. Neither of us appreciate being caged up, and we've been together and free ever since. Happy birthday, son. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thank you to every single person who came to every one of our shows, to all the college kids who sneaked us into their dining halls, to every person who swore to pass out my "eating mayonnaise in a bathingsuit on a red velvet couch" postcard to all of their friends, to all the guest readers, to the antique store in Massachusetts that happened to have a thimble made of squirrel, to my tourmates, and most especially to Michelle Tea for loving other writers enough to share a van with them for a month. I solemnly swear to personally respond to every letter and email I have not gotten to in the last month...and I'll have a new comic for you Monday! For your viewing pleasure, here is my last reading of the tour!