This is an uncomfortably personal zine I made. You might be here because this url is in the back. This website (blog?) is very disappointing, I am aware.
NOTES:
There were a few times I would have liked things to be in italics but the font I used did not have an italic option and you can't always get what you want.
Some copies of the zine have the very tops of the pages cut off a little because of the way it was printed and assembled. I hope you can still figure it all out.
It's almost entirely in lowercase letters to hearken back to the livejournal days of baring it all openly and grammatically incorrectly.
*this is no specific "you", what foreheads my lips have kissed, and where, and why, etc.
This is really in reference to the feelings in moments like that and Liz Phair has a good song about that feeling
The zine's title was not actually inspired by this song, the references came later in the process, but I thought it fit very well.
There was some other content that was going to be in this thing but it just didn't work and ultimately I had to leave out my favorite part, the only part that was funny to me, (shout out to one of the best professors I ever had, Ivan Young, ((we are not related,)) for the truest editing advice: "Sometimes you must cut what you love") it will find a home somewhere else someday.
Here's another idea that didn't make it in that I'm just gonna put here instead:
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