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My issue with needing to sleep with the TV on has recently been resolved by the TV itself, which has taken to flickering in and out of reception a la The Ring. So I have the option of either sleeping with it on and waiting for a face to appear in the static, or sleeping with it off, lest it begins that sort of behavior while it’s unplugged, in which case I can never sleep again.

I tend to always watch out for the small, creepy things and never hesitate to let them freak me the hell out. Therefore, they follow me. If you would like to know what it’s like for an electrical surge to cause your hallway light to spontaneously flash once or twice at 2AM, invite me to your slumber party. We could bake cupcakes and see Paranormal Activity.

I’ve been renting the same house for almost a year now, so I’ve worked out most of the little oddities, like how the panels in the ceiling shake when they get hit with a good gust of wind. Or how the back door likes to creep open once in a while, usually at night, so I can come downstairs in the morning all, great, the poltergeists are in cahoots with the serial killers again, and HOLY CRAP WHY ISN’T THAT A MOVIE YET? Ghosts and psychos working together? A spirit unlocking all the doors in the house so a lunatic doesn’t have to worry about keys? Perhaps stacking furniture so as to block the exits? It could be called…Terror…Team.

Terror Team ©

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For the past couple years, since wrapping up college at my third and final university, I’ve lived in a little neighborhood called Squirrel Hill. It quickly became one of my favorite places in Pittsburgh. It doesn’t hold quite the same feelings of gritty nostalgia as the more southern points — Carrick and Brookline and the South Side — but, as a whole, it’s really a good representation of the city.

Sorry to the non-Pittsburghers who have no idea what I’m talking about, but among the things I love about this place are the distinctive layouts of the different communities, and how when you’re walking in one little neighborhood and step over to the next, you are well aware.

When I was little and living off of Carson with my mom and she would do something to agitate me, like making me dance to Bruce Springsteen or mispronouncing Snuffleupagus or one of the millions of other things that will piss off a 2-year-old, I would roll out of the apartment wearing nothing but a diaper and a bright red wig from The Little Mermaid and scream for my grandfather, who lived over the hill in Mt. Oliver. And by hill I mean Pittsburgh hill, and by Pittsburgh hill I mean take your entire town, stick a pole under it, and push upwards. Your houses will probably lean to compensate and your mile-long main road will become five miles because you have to wrap it around itself a few times. This is expected. Leave it be.

Of course he couldn’t hear me because there was a mountain in the way, but all those times he hiked down the crumbling cement stairs with the light blue railings that jutted from the hillside, it really was like he was making his way from another country.

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I decided to redesign this website again. It’s funny — I’ve spent the last several years trying to overload this place with widgets and junk, and the only way I was able to bring myself to update was to start tearing crap down. I started using Tumblr again, and liked the simplicity of the design so much that I decided to change this layout and the photography section to match (both of which are still on Wordpress).

The old lifecast section is now powered by Tumblr, which is much easier to update while away from my computer, which is more often than not anymore. The header font is Monbijoux, the chair is for resting, and my dog is a goddamn Yorkshire Terrier.

This website turned five last month, and has spanned three colleges, a dozen jobs, breakups and neuroses and OH THE ANGST. And I’m guessing it will continue to. Hopefully with less colleges. God, I hated college.

Thank you for checking back here, for not yet (YET!) deleting this place from your Readers, and for wearing that thing that you wear, because you look delightful.

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