sock it to me! sock it to me! sock it to me.

sock it to me! sock it to me! sock it to me.

 yes miss month of may. i’m talking to you. you and your skimpy, three lettered, query-conveying, pert name. may? yes. you may. always one of my favorite months {don’t i say that every thirty days though?} and not because tis me birth month—and on...
wind

wind

the lavender, head-banging, mosh pit style, told me first.  the murmuring whoosh of the chimney echo confirmed the unruly backyard scene. i can find omens in the disciplined, bold font of my coffee cup: DEFCON 1. prepare with maximun readiness, girl.  like a mountain...
stuck

stuck

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary major funk, party of one please.  this week has been one lackluster, empty, cold basin of inspiration for me.  usually i’m chin high, sky-scraping on my relevéd heels with ideas and plans for my classes.  but this week my abracadabra lacks...
freak show party of one….

freak show party of one….

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...
recipe for a thursday happy

recipe for a thursday happy

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...