my rope. end of it. me. hello. yesterday’s first french press: 4am, first spin class: 6am……….end of last class: 9:40pm complete sentences ceased around noon; caveman tongue takes less energy and faculty. spin class:...
my weeping buddha needs a week off. hand-carved from a single piece of mahogany, soothing the sorrows of our family, four-legged and two. this is his story as told to me: according to legend, there were two warriors who confronted each other in numerous battles. both...
find me a field for napping today. no bid for a blanket beneath; the grasses and dandelions bend kindly for sleepy guests. gossamer clouds drift me dreamily into an afternoon reverie; their fleecy cotton shade my face. cadenced buzzing of the bees quiet what yoga...
i was fine. it was just a saturday night movie. sat between three i love, the rest strangers. i was fine. i ate my peanut m & m’s. got good and cranky at the twits behind me talking during the previews. made a mental note to see penelope cruz’s new...
well, if HH doesn’t want me putting up a bubble gum pink, Christmas tree (again,) he should be a little more courteous whilst primping for his Sunday 6am tee time. as he channeled his inner John Daly, whacking the silly white ball through the dragon’s...
