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Uh…
Too many drinks, and that weird revelation?
Please stand by.
Grey Gardens, Pistol-style
Didja ever have a whole week where you couldn’t latch on to anything?
Case in point: I wrote that sentence like an hour ago. And I haven’t really done anything in the last hour except put my hair up, and rebutton the top two buttons of my nightgown. That, and a little bit of pacing.
So yeah, […]
I’ve. Got. Nothing.
I am so far from being on top of my game that it’s as if I don’t even know The Game exists. I’m like, Game? WHAT GAME?
Or else it’s like: I find myself standing barefoot on the field in a tattered nightgown with cold cream on my face and curlers in my hair, and everybody […]
Dispatch from the gutter
Folks, I am not on top of my game lately.
Let me count the ways:
Read this entry >>Ouch.
I fell and skinned my knee at work yesterday. Motherfucker! Do you know how bad it hurts to skin your knee? No wonder children freak out when it happens to them. Plus I ripped my pants! They were only H&M, but still. The whole thing was a drag.
This is what my coworker, Mrs. Living […]