Rabble rousin’
I know someone who fits that description, and he loves to stir some shit every now and again.
I know someone who fits that description, and he loves to stir some shit every now and again.
Still life with bored, meditating man and dying flowers It has been a tense few months of anticipation, little one, but today we found out that your dad passed the bar, bringing him one step closer to his dream of being a slick shyster who works out of the back of his Honda. It’s important to chase your dreams, son, even if your clutch goes out.
This week has been blessedly free of medical freakouts and frantic internet searches leading to endless threads of panicked women posting their diagnoses and speculating about what they mean. In other words, this week has been a breeze. Okay, sort of. My body is starting to do some crazy shit that is taking its toll on me. It feels sometimes like my organs are in danger of falling out, either through my gut or through…
I had a hormonal hissy-fit yesterday while making a third batch of test cupcakes. I had piped in the colored filler and was ready to top them all off with the canned frosting I bought a week ago, when I realized the can was deliriously lighter than it had been the last time I had used a mere week ago on my first test batch. The top was messy and full of icing, and I…
I met him on a Friday night in front of the Saucer. He was wearing a muted green polo shirt and his hair had gel in it. He offered a warm smile and a nice, easy hug. I was nervous beyond all reason; I’d never even heard his voice and I am bad, baaaaad at dating. We’d just exchanged a few Facebook messages and then some texts so I honestly had no idea what I…
I spent my day scrubbing the house clean and watching two dudes remove the motherlode of fall leaves from my front and back yards. Nothing particularly romantic about either of those things but I felt three thousand percent better when it was all over. It was like my house had been excavated all of a sudden. Icing on the cake? When the fella arrived home with these pretty things in hand and told me we…
Once upon a time, Jack and the manfriend had a tense relationship. They seemed to be developing a friendship until one night that Jack did not take kindly to something the manfriend said, and dispensed with a hiss and a face smack. After that, Ray did not care to have much contact with either kitty. For a while. Seems like during the winter break, while I have been slaving away over a hot computer monitor…
*In honor of Lonnie D’s big Rainmakers fantasy championship a few weeks ago. My dear boy was flipping me off for unrelated reasons (possibly related to my having a camera pointed at him all the time), but when I went to title the photo, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Dirty Birds. [Project 365]
I spent the ENTIRE day in pajamas, playing the Sims 3. I did this in solidarity with the bf, who, because he’s anticipating his first final of the semester tomorrow, spent the ENTIRE day cramming. In pajamas. He took some breaks from studying to come check on me and laugh at my virtual versions of us as we danced awkwardly, argued with strangers unprovoked, and were unable to get it on anywhere except the bed.…
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