Oh look... a Flying Fuckaroo!
Not to be a drama queen but going to work every day feels like a fucking sentence or maybe more of an essay or maybe a fucking dissertation on the sudden proliferation of Flying Fuckaroos narrated by (pause) David (pause) fucking (pause) Attenborough (sigh)
Homing from Work
Gettin’ shit done
Tango!
Good luck with this one, dear readers, apologies in advance and all that, but whoever said it takes two to tango should have seen me this morning
Final Draft, Second Wind
I ran all the way home for that headline
Serenity When?
I’m over thinking again. Or is it over-thinking? Or maybe it’s overthinking
Mornings And Other Contagions
A series of unsnarky observations
I Spinach, Therefore I Yam
Thankfully, this headline is for fun, like everything should be
The Bread Also Rises
This is why aprons
Tra-La
Left the house early, into the still morning, heady with fragrance, lilacs practically licking me as I walked up the street, little Daisy humming at my side, and, obviously, commas galore
My Word!
I thesaurussed “thesaurus” and I think it’s extinct now
Dog Years, Blue Moons & Blackouts
I galloped and hurtled all the way home because of that headline. Now let’s see if I can remember why
No is Yesser than Yes
When accompanied by an eloquent explanation
Read This Story
Before I change my mind
The Asshat Bandwagon
Hi Ho Sliver!
These Gifts
Three robins, a lovely ghost, all the words, and make-believe tulips
I sprained my eyes looking for reason
Alas, it’s nowhere in sight, but heigh-fucking-ho anyway an shit like that
All my life I’ve been in situations where I just stand there, shrug, and go “I don’t fucking know”
So here is the outline for my next book: The Awkward Cat’s Guide To Shit You Don’t Have A Clue About But Should
