Happy belated manufactured love day. My brain, which is as often as not in complete incoherence with my heart, basically gives the finger to the fake holiday. My heart, meanwhile, seems to give no shits, although maybe it would matter if I had an other in my life. Either way, their handshake solidarity is shaky, … Continue reading Da Brain. Duh, Heart.
This getting old thing isn’t for the faint of heart. And, as I’m typing that I’m realizing how redundant the sentence is. Physically, anyway: Nope, it sure ain’t. For the most part, I like getting older - and, as I’ve said before, quite surprisingly, I like myself getting older. I don't care as much about … Continue reading Glitter is Always an Option
My brain can be a real asshole sometimes. My very own super-computer, wrinkled and gray and locked away between my ears, what I heard once referred to as "the most sophisticated pharmacy in the world", (although not mine specifically) seems to do all it can do to fuck with me, outwriting this wannabe writer 24/7 … Continue reading The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
