Shades of Blue

Dress; the perfect shade of blue, the draping covers some fluff. Eyeliner, actually achieving that wing effect. Heels, coordinating print with an acceptable professional height. Heels off. Fan, where is the fucking fan? Why is it so damn hot? I’m home in my sanctuary, where is my calm? Find fan, sit with head between knees. … More Shades of Blue

Hit Replay

When you have $10 until your next paycheck and you spend it on wine and dog food… Priorities. When you intend to work on your blog this evening but procrastinate by being self-involved and taking the perfect new artistic selfie for said blog… Delusional Dumbass. Add in the perhaps-orphaned baby bunny that may need someone … More Hit Replay


It’s Monday. (says Ms. Obvious) You’re not writing. (says dear readers) What are you doing?? (asks the little guy who resides in the right quadrant of brain space) They’re all going to laugh at you! (says Adam Sandler, that bastard) <——–“The page is fucking blank!” she screamed at no one in particular. I don’t know. … More …so…yeah…

The Art of Sabotage

  We work to achieve a dream-perfect future at the expense of our present. We struggle, we falter, and we lose who we are to each other. Perfection is what is most important. Love is not nurtured; love is assumed and it is implicit that it will get us through anything. Until it doesn’t. And … More The Art of Sabotage