June Gloom


Here’s where I was this time last year. Blissfully writing on the side of a lake in UMass Amherst while the mosquitos absolutely feasted on my legs, roughly 2,500 miles from everyone I know. The story I was working on in this picture would be what I read at open mic that night, which would end up being the beginning of the stories that got me a scholarship to return to UMass this summer, which would end up being the first ever published stories from yours truly (forthcoming!!!). It was a productive week.

And that’s where I should be this time this year. Right now, to be exact.

Instead, I’m on my couch and my 8th consecutive episode of Pretty Little Liars preparing for the new episode. Long story short, I got some kind of virus, passed out from dehydration, busted my head on the shower track, and ended up in the ER. So I’m feeling pretty miserable and useless. I’m trying to reason that the doctors pretty much told me that I only got this sick because I’m working too much and not taking care of myself. Logically, since I already have this week off and am clearly too sick to work, this is a good thing. A force-you-to-calm-tf-down kinda thing. And maybe I was kind of projecting things onto this upcoming trip? Using it as an excuse that once I went back to Juniper I’d be so recharged and ready to write a masterpiece so I can put off trying to write? That’s what I’m thinking. But idk man, I haven’t had coffee in 6 days so I may just be losing my cool.

So yeah, that’s all. Life update over. But my Harry Potter scar from the incident is coming in swell so there’s that.

xx, Tab

Sophomore slump or comeback of the year?


We travel like gypsies, only with worse luck and far less gold. We’re the kids you used to love, but then we grew old.

When I’m in the right mood, I take out the current Fall Out Boy CD and replace it with an older, angstier Fall Out Boy CD. I recommend using this method when you are below a 4 or above a 7 on the feelings scale. I did this today, before my frantic attempt to simultaneously enter the freeway, eat a Wendy’s baked potato, and talk to my sister on bluetooth ended with me 50 minutes in the opposite direction of my destination (only kind of a metaphor for my life). This happens more than it should for a grownasswoman like myself. The thing is that it’s hard to be annoyed when your “inconvenience” ends with you lost somewhere beautiful like Dana Point. What’s another hour on the road if you’re driving up Pacific Coast Highway?

My point is that it’s pretty easy to be happy when you wanna be. Read More