oh if only to have the gift of craft. imagine the presents i’d bestow on those i adore. thick, chunky, chin grazing wool reminding you of my love all afternoon long. throws i would quilt in jubilation for babies birthed. not of the fleece family, but of cashmere...
seriously, if the unemployment figures aren’t scary enough, check out this shit show: commercial photographer, susan anderson is currently displaying “high glitz,” a three year treasure chest of embryonic “beauty” contestants captured in...
my dancing both worked and didn’t. for weeks i’ve been bouncing, flinging, flipping, and romping round for the rain gods. breathless, the beasts and i bounded round the roost beseeching the powers that be for winter weather. bellied up, our tongues lolled,...
uh knt buluv owwww fikung gooooooot sih missu mayzz zzz krincha sih!??!?!?!?!??!?!? mmmm hmmmmm (swallow) pardon me????????? what i was saying, mouth full of rich, tasty goodness, was i can’t believe how fucking good this mrs. may’s holiday crunch...
hefty deadlines stoop my shoulders waist low. indoor cycling is effortless compared to penning the ride to paper. can’t i just execute push ups for the next 10 days straight, rather than describe one, perfect, singular push-up in arial font, double spaced by...
