I say… and you think… Week 573 Voice :: hard to find Counter :: kitchen Marked :: down Loving :: Feeling (she lost it) Coat :: winter Pounce :: kitten Dehydrate :: fruit Desire :: lust Concern :: feign Broth :: chicken It’s spring here. For now. 70 degrees and sunny.
Today has been a really shit day, one for the record books, and I’m ready to just hide under the covers and wait for a different week to happen. And it’s barely noon. To paraphrase the Walgreens ads, I’m at the corner of “what the fuck” and “fuck my life.” I don’t think Walgreens sells […]
My body always rebels in the fall and winter. It fucking hates that sunlight fades, social pressures mount, temperatures fall. I picture it like a bouncy house with some of the air let out. You can still tell what it is, but it’s pretty much useless and sad as a bouncy house. I feel run […]