holiday goodies running amok at iomoi. tariffs run pricey to thrifty. all show and feel ritzy. i’ve been giddy stocking up on hostess gifts, presents for clients, and maybe a little something something for the homestead. their website alone is a wonka factory...
last gig bought momma a new camera. nudity would have paid for photography lessons. renting fur in hopes i’ll osmotically channel a little diane arbus, minus the razor blades. remember, red scares me. fingers crossed lens cap is really just gratuitous...
once i hear this song, my christmas season officially begins. it’s 1984, i’m 8 years old wearing my “CHOOSE LIFE” t-shirt watching the making of Band-Aid over and over again. my dad was able to snag a bootleg copy, and i watched that fucking...
Biggest game of the season today!! Even though I can’t stand our crook coach, I’ll be 8 clapping my Bruins into victory. Our arch-rivals are blood thirsty, we haven’t played well for years, it will get ugly. But at least we have the hotter...
double wool up to my knees. down zippered jacket worn under the covers. two golden retrievers valiantly striving to thaw my feet and chest. the fire cackles worthlessly. why can’t i ever get warm? maybe my parents did adopt me from a gecko family? i can feel...
