I have not abandoned you. I do not mean to neglect. Please refrain from pouting in the corner.
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i love you, the blog
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Eh?
Because I can. Eh? Aw. aHa. Ewe. Eek …eeee… ….Eh.
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my ladies.
In light of my recent melancholy/angst, and fueled by the strangely empowering women/theater event I attended last night, I feel called upon to highlight the lovely, accountable, talented, pretty ladies I am honored to have …
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TOO MANY LITTLE DEAD TITTENS!!!
Fanbase, we have a serious problem. Ms. Castoria – please hold your tongue. Too many little dead tittens, be they small versions of the twats they might become – is a serious problem. And it’s …
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snails without homes
I call this icky, gratutious nighttime fuction. What? fiction. So: She had spent the majority of her life patiently waiting for someone to fall in love with her. She may have looked something like this: …
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brief lesbians in amsterdam
fiction I decide to share a joint with Kate Winslet whose name was really Sharna, a woman who worked in London but did not know anyone stuck in the UnderGround when it exploded. We meet …
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way fast
Pilgrims, this is a thing I like to call ‘gratuitous fiction.’ mon autre This is Paris, mind you. They were walking up the 5,327 steps to the Sacre Coeur. They were holding sweaty hands like …
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Riding in Cars with Dad’s
Riding in car with Dad for three hours from Oak Island to Raleigh affords: 1.) An in depth conversation about the fundamental differences between Republicans and Democrats. 2.) A timeline of the Development of …
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No. I’m not going to Sell my Eggs.
To those in my life concerned by my previous post Re: selling my eggs, don’t worry, I would never really do it. I’m going to have lots and lots of naturally born children who will …
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And it is not fair when
a small pretty girl who can Act also Happens to Write Plays. She did not get the memo/email/phone call/text message/violent plea from the soul of my insecurities that she is not allowed to write plays. …