i’d like to preface this post by saying i truly, sincerely wished friday’s confession would be a purge of my somewhat sooty ways. a press of the publish button and i had hoped class and sophistication to magically fairy godmother themselves into my manners...
lately i’ve had the brain and {cringe} mouth of a twelve-year-old boy. pair those up with my mild case of turret’s and i’m a walking, talking bah-dum-bum-CHING poster for crude. the silliest, most inane, immature, off-color, quips kindle in my brain,...
at the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. ~jean houston Similar posts:connectionscenes from a weekendcurrently diggin"back in the...
he walked away. this father of eight, walked away. yes, he was a bit bloody and 40 minutes after impact, he still had hand tremors so violent he asked me to take photographs with my phone, but still: he. walked. away. a beautiful morning. too precious for me to rush...
i destroy my enemies when i make them my friends. ~abraham lincoln hostility is such a bad color on me. kindness brings out the green in my eyes, the broad of my shoulders, the glossy of my lashes. in 5th grade kristy holdburg told me i was fat. i retaliated by buying...
35 years old. 3:34 am. i release to you, my public, the grizzly, gory photo generating all the ado in washington and the like. eyes puffy, one black and bruised from 3 rounds of acupuncture, the other peep swollen from last nights’ bout with a soy sauce seasoned...
