Mud Deep

Today I tried to dig you out of my brain. As I pulled weeds and lifted soil to create an aesthetically pleasing garden I thought of you and W. I longed to be able to dig memories of you out the same way. I wanted to dig six feet deep with only my hands, tossing … More Mud Deep

Dear CLD, Fuck You.

*How have I gone so long without knowing about the Fuck You letter? Warning, a gratuitous number of ‘fucks’ are contained within. But, blissfully, they are no longer contained in my brain. Dear CLD, Fuck you. Fuck you for not loving me. Fuck you for making me believe there was a good man under the … More Dear CLD, Fuck You.

You & Your Horse

It is absolutely ridiculous I feel it necessary to validate my writing. If you believe I am not over the men (men ppppffffffffffftttttttttt) in my past relationships you are in the wrong place, darlin’. I started this blog because there are no groups to attend in my area, unless I want to pull a Marla … More You & Your Horse

How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity II

A series of ex’s and the debacles, er, relationships which helped shape my deranged look on life. Chapter Two: The Ghost a.k.a. The Good Doctor a.k.a The One I Married (read Chapter One here) Part I My skin is persistently damp and permeated with the divine aromas of enchilada’s, smoky fajitas, tangy fresh limes, and salt. … More How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity II