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
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…
Reasons to chop up your coworkers/customers: Headphones are clearly inserted into my ears so bypass me for the next hour. No? You’re still talking? Your ear will display nicely in a clear acrylic cube on my desk. Perhaps the bloody visual will deter future interruptions. Why are you asking me to copy and paste a … More What do you mean it isn’t Thursday?
I’ve been working on the next chapter of my How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity series…it sucks. Like painful kind of suck. Like, sucks the marrow from my fragile, rebuilt exoskeleton. I want to ditch the whole project. I don’t want to think about it. How I fucked up. How that man … More Tuesday Thoughts: Malleable Titanium Exoskeleton