Tag Archives: working it out
rolling dumpster fire of doom
I’m sitting here in my newly cleaned office. I can smell the gooshy cat food I gave my fuzzballs earlier this evening and I can hear my mother blowing her nose downstairs. I may or may not be avoiding getting … Continue reading
mind control
I feel like I wake up sometimes and my body has decided to destroy me instead of work with me. I want to be in control, of my body, or my mind maybe, or just something. I know I’m in … Continue reading
Rose Oolong
At night sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I wonder how I can have so much and still be so angry and dissatisfied. I have a roof over my head, I have a good life, and I … Continue reading
My Year of Mail – Visually
I haven’t gotten any mail lately, and the string has been pulled out of my mail writing hand. So the other day I put together a set from my year of mail. Thought I’d post it here, and I’ll get … Continue reading