22 1 / 2012

“Don’t you Kerouac my ass.”

What are you doing January 28th that’s more important than going to my reading at The Torch Theatre at 7PM? Let me tell you what you can expect other than my ridiculously shiny hair:

1. Panic attacks (maybe.probably.).

2. Shaky voice.

3. Laugh-cries.

4. To say things to the person next to you like, “I feel sorry for that scared, but adorable, girl up there who keeps hyperventilating while she’s trying to read.”

5. Just a girl standing in front of [a hopefully full] audience asking them to love me.

Anyway. Don’t tell my parents or the weirdo I’m writing about for this reading because then they’ll all show up. Thanks. Also, this is a thing you have to pay for. I’m really sorry. I will not refund your money, but I like to think I am worth $7 to you.

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