Monthly Archives: March 2016

Andrea desires change. Andrea is determined to find it. Andrea decides her fate day by day hour by hour. Second after existential instant Andrea dreams of a better future. Andrea, drunk, dredges memories of a past drenched with great pleasures. … Continue reading →

You know when I asked you to meet me at three I kind of expected to see you at four but now that it’s five thirty I’m just really glad you made the time to come out at all. Thanks … Continue reading →

So I fired the band. It seemed like the obvious choice. They can’t seem to follow simple instructions like learn the songs or come to rehearsals or agree that they’re in the band. So yeah. I gave ’em all the … Continue reading →

The cats the gerbils the fish and the macaw all look at her with loving eyes as she comes into their home after a long day away. They are patient. They are kind. They are adoring in their demeanor and … Continue reading →

I think someone should pay me to do things for money. I’d like some of that money thing. It pays the bills you know? I could do most anything: answer phones wash dishes cook toast write epic dank memes – … Continue reading →

Apparently, it’s three AM again an hour I hoped not to see again so soon. There is little I can accomplish at such a time with the shakes and confusion this hour often brings. I am tired. I am grumpy. … Continue reading →

Your self-accusations are now tiresome and weak. You may think that you’re different – even lesser, when speak -ing of ailments, dilemmas and troubles by the score. You call yourself bewitched – or maybe something more. But you am not … Continue reading →

I’m going a different way the ant says. I’ve stopped hoarding I’ve stopped worrying I’ve stopped living for tomorrow when there’s so much of today to be spent. I am no longer judging the ant says. I am not looking … Continue reading →

There’s got to be an expression – in techspeak – for the situation where two people are texting each other and they both try to write the same thing and one person writes it first and the other doesn’t want … Continue reading →

Some days are worse than others. Some days you can sense all of the crap rising around you that you have to cut through just to survive the hours. Some days you can feel the palpable pain and misery coalescence … Continue reading →