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Category Archives: life
My soulmate. Found him. Too bad he didn’t include his number. — [If you cannot see it, the text of the newspaper clipping pictured is as follows: My name is Bubbles. I reside in a shed with 28 kitties. I … Continue reading
I don’t know what you were expecting but this isn’t my A to Z recap post. Or my afterthoughts or whatever. I’ll write that later. Or I won’t. Please note: This is a long post. I always feel like I … Continue reading
No way in hell was I going to write about zebras. Zero was a far better choice for me… because, you see, I feel like a total zero. I have zero motivation. I have zero [offline] friends. I have zero … Continue reading
Yesterday, I was supposed to write my Y post. I didn’t. You might think I waited intentionally so I could use ‘yesterday‘ as my word. I didn’t. Just thought of that now. Yesterday, I went to the chiropractor. I wish … Continue reading
I’m done with X. I’ve got nothing. I wasn’t ‘just thinking‘ about a damn thing that has anything to do with X. I went to see Avengers: Endgame today. Marvel is good at movies. [Do not discuss this movie in … Continue reading
I don’t really want to write about my weaknesses, but when I got to W, it was the first thing that came to mind. I wonder what that means. God, I’m so negative. Fuck me. Like, seriously. What is wrong … Continue reading
This afternoon I took my son out for ice cream at Dairy Queen. One of the few ‘bonding‘ activities a fourteen year old boy wants to do with his mom. He got chocolate. I got vanilla. It was delicious. … Continue reading
ugh /əɡ/ exclamation (informal) 1. used to express disgust or horror. That’s about right. Maybe I should wait for W to write about writing, but I’m not waiting. This really isn’t about writing anyway. It’s about frustration… and, of course, … Continue reading