last night i totally blew my “detox.” i went downward dog deep into a jar of nutzo. {thank you raquel perry for the recommendation; i’l send you my shrink’s bill.} my new iphone doesn’t receive text messages or emails. i’m turning...
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...
all three of these mantras are on my bucket list for the weekend. all weeklong i’ve been dreaming {literally while i sleep at night} of my beasts in various tumbles of goofy and highjink. i definitely foresee an upcoming competition of the tail-wag with these...
