i have to stop listening to “90’s on the 9;” my current satellite radio station of choice which plays non-stop, commercial free music from the nineties {aka my adolescence.} it’s bad enough that i already had every lyric of the divinyls...
9 full days now of “influenza.” my doctor won’t call it the flu, he insisted on repeating the above, four syllabic, flowery, italian sounding word for my week plus, bed-ridden affliction. i’m not sure if this was his way of getting me to lie...
we did it. we did it good. oc spin showed up, put out, and left money on the bedside table. {yes, i said that.}i know it was a indoor spin-a-thon, but we also added dancing, hugging, and a love-fest to the activities as well. my aha moment occurred two hours into the...
my pants would burst into flames if i said your generosity stunned me. two nights ago i dreamt i called the police on myself for airbrushing my passport photo. lying isn’t a shot i swig down handily. so what i’m trying to say is, yes, you ARE too old for...
34 years later and you’re still wearing those shoes; still putting them on the wrong feet even. you still insist on carrying a bag entirely too big for your person. and then moan and wail about your aching spine to whomever will listen. usually someone furry...
