Maybe I’m the one that’s invariably broken. Jagged, rough, unfinished, in need of being discarded. I know I light some bridges on fire, the shadow of those flames dancing as I watch the spectacle. But maybe, maybe, I soak them in kerosene first. Maybe the shades of grey, the fragmented way I view the
Sometimes you have a very bad, no good, awful, stupid week. Sometimes, after you maybe,possibly, sort of lost your shit when you stepped on another damn toy that you asked to be picked up eleventy billion times, you decide, it’s time for a drink. Or two. Or like four. And then, because no one takes
It wasn’t a surprise to me when my son chose to make a My Little Pony when we went to Build-A-Bear last weekend. I know how much he loves the show and the characters. When we went to Build A Bear last weekend, my son picked out a My Little Pony to make. It’s of
A wave of nausea hit me when I saw them; pictures from my first wedding. Brow furrowed, I sorted them, unsure why after so many years, they were still in my possession. I had gotten rid of them, at least I thought I had. * * * * * * * * * * My
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll often see me tweeting about how my body seems to think it’s a teenager, again. More specifically, my face seems to be going through a second adolescence. My acne is worse than it was when I was a teen, and it wasn’t great then. Combine that with stupidly
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