~warning-explicit language post. just when i think it’s safe to test my 3 months and counting, un-pedicured toes {a whole ‘nother blog post} in the shallow end of the piranha infested, twitch producing, medication inducing, turbulent waters that i call...
perhaps it’s this whole mercury in retrograde rumpus that’s making me all hands-in-the-air, strung high; my brain popcorn-like and zany. perhaps it’s the handful of vitamins i swallowed on saturday afternoon, that i SWEAR, 3 days later, i can STILL...
so tuesday’s dilemma of whether to nap or wash my hair ambled into a wednesday and thursday pickle as well. with sleep work winning out each time. my mop is now it’s own california state university, equipped with a zoology and botany lab, and its own...
thursday happy to you m’loves. here’s my concoction for a well-rounded, kick-in-the-pants, one more day until friday, 24 hours. one part thrill. splashes of beauty. two parts game. a dose of repose. 3 parts sing-song. the god’s honest truth. and...
priscilla is realizing she has at least 10 more hours until her next meal. suck it up baby girl, that’s how i feel about my next nap… which i am happily to report won out yesterday over the hair wash. nap 1, hair 0..still. yes, my hair has yet to be...
