I’ve been trying to find things to be happy about–things to feel grateful for, things to make it all better, and I’ve obviously been at somewhat of a loss for quite a while. It’s been hard to even just STAND… Continue Reading →
I wrote the ad I wanted to, but Don is a slight concerned as he told me he wants to cook Turkey naked. So I figured I would immortalize it here, instead. The Ad that wasn’t: ISLAND OF MISFIT TOYS… Continue Reading →
Isn’t that what we all want? Some piece, a slice of something that we can chew on, savor and reflect on in our darker moments? something that carries us through to a better end? Something to suck on when the… Continue Reading →
I was always good at aliterations, or really I think I am, though my reading has definitely taken a tumble except for useless stories reported on still, too many news sites I am trying not to get too deep underneath…. Continue Reading →
Well, world, you certainly aren’t looking any better today. I have committed myself to my social media fast, which means maybe 1 or 2 people MAY have come to view my diatribes, but I doubt it. I am the half-assed… Continue Reading →
It seems there is something to be said of media poisoning…if you pull yourself off of it and don’t read anything, there’s a definite lack of litmus to really guage much aside from your own feelings about things. Nobody to… Continue Reading →
I ponder what has become of a world which at one point not too long ago, was protesting 1%ers and now has one governing them with not really any promise to address that, but apparently churn out the kind of… Continue Reading →
I don’t even know what to say, but there are people who’ve said it better than me, and with a lot more passion than I seem to have left to contend with this in this new reality. I am exhausted… Continue Reading →
A few years ago I gave up my cell phone–well it was technically a year and a half I lived without using it, a year and a half my friends weren’t able to text me with any ease, a year… Continue Reading →
Ugh. I know I can’t be the only one feeling this swallowing, this uncomfortable engulf into the mouth of what the fuck that this country has become. Someone told me recently I was one of those people who seemed to… Continue Reading →
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