Zut Suit Riot
I've had several productions through NYU; check out my resumé and photos/video of my plays above.
I'm currently the Associate Editor for Crushable--come read our thoughts on Internet memes, Degrassi, and those kooky Real Housewives--and a blogger for Tor.com, which lets me show my geeky side. I'm also the co-creator of the webcomic Leftovers, about a ragtag food truck helping survivors of the zombie apocalypse.
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BOYFRIEND: You’re going to be English when you come home, aren’t you?
ME: No.
BOYFRIEND: Are you okay? You sound kind of mad.
ME: I’m just...
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Brutal Tips On Breaking Into Comics (Warning: LONG!)
Brutal Tips On Breaking In To Comics
All right, recently, I lost two very dear friends of...
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How To Make A Machine Gun Leg
Don’t mess with me or I’ll make the bottom half of your leg disappear.
When Quentin Tarantino and Robert...
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So I was going to wait until next week to announce this, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m launching a blog for religion website Patheos.com. The...
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How do I shot tumblr?
This is my first post here and I figure we should get to know one another. So, hi! I’m Josh Harrison. If you Google Image...
Jack: Welcome to adulthood, Lemon.
Yep, this was Josh’s reaction, give or take. That was one of my last happy memories of our relationship—me grooving on the couch and lipsyncing at 3 a.m., while he shook his head in disbelief and shouted, “This song is everything bad about pop music rolled into one!”
master of the universe has in all its crapness made me want to become a reviewer.
here is a list of all the faces i made:
OK, now I have to read Fifty Shades of Grey.
The first time I met Josh’s dad (who died a few years ago), he said to me, straightfaced, “Natalie, you write about celebrities—did you hear about that actress who got stabbed? She was in Sweet Home Alabama, Reese… Reese…”
me: “Witherspoon?”
him: “No, with a knife.”
Still one of my favorite jokes. We miss you, George.
I’m thinking
I take every opportunity to reblog this scene because it’s so amazing. Also, Angel’s thought-dancing is me in real life. Especially when I’m playing “Call Me Maybe” in the shower.
I, I got a new life
You would hardly recognize me, I’m so glad
How could a person like me care for you?
Why do I bother, when you’re not the one for me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, isn’t life enough?
“Rediscovered” this ’90s gem recently and find it’s great for the workplace. And dancing around my apartment. And being happy about all of the opportunities and changes to my life that come with being single.
I had a surprise hookup a few weeks back, so of course my apartment was a mess. He came out of the bathroom to see me rearranging dirty clothes on my couch, and was just like, “Are you… cleaning?”
Also, open houses. The amount of rearranging I’ve done lately for those twice-weekly visits has been ridiculous.
Easily the highlight of my week: Recreating The Avengers’ shwarma scene with the Tor.com folks.
The piercings in question—I now have a nose stud, both of my lobes properly pierced, a barbell in my left rook, and two hoops in my right cartilage.
Armchair Psycho(self)analysis: A lot of what broke Josh and me up was our combined lethargy and inability to actually do things we said we would, like buy more furniture and adopt a cat. I also wanted to look somehow different the first time I saw him post-breakup, for him to feel bad that he didn’t know I’d done this. Not to mention, in the first few weeks after, having some sort of physical pain was a nice distraction from heartache.
But also: It looks fucking cool. I’ve always loved jewelry, so to have these permanent pieces is a lot of fun.
Amanda: it’s amazing the things people do when they come out of relationships
some run off to france, some become sluts and some decide they’re going to pierce 10% of their head
