I’ve had this list thing going on in my head for about a week or two. Lately I’m just walking around, minding my own business, and suddenly a list pops into my brain. Which means that now I’m thinking about everything in this weirdly organized listular fashion. It’s most unlike me, I assure you. Usually,…Continue Reading
Archives for July 2010
8 Twitter Lies We Tell
Hi! I’m still feelin’ bitchy! Please to enjoy my PMS-fueled rage so my husband doesn’t have to! And the top 8 Twitter lies we tell are: 1) I own a very large company. Based in beautiful Alsip, Illinois, my very large company has global offices in the Land of Honalee, Bedrock, and…Continue Reading
Eight Facebook Lies We Tell
The other day I made contact with an old friend through Facebook. It’d been years upon years upon Paleozoic eras since we last talked and so we used Facebook’s message feature to catch up quickly. Pretty soon though, it became apparent that I was being sold a perfect bill of goods. Terms like “loving wife,”…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #113: Sing Me a Cowboy Song
Been a long time comin’ I hear it on the tracks Slow train windin’ Breathing down my back Put my thumb out hopin’ for a ride Not looking back now At those endless railroad ties Still ignoring the signs Spend all day running You know I will and can The train might be coming…Continue Reading
3,000 Words
It doesn’t feel right. It’s not in the air. I’m not ready. I can’t do it. Not yet. Not yet. But when? My mind scrambles, nothing aligns, all’s a-jumble. It won’t happen tonight. I put my head down. It has to happen. I’m not ready. Not yet. I think in shame: maybe not ever.…Continue Reading
Here We Go! Whhhhhheeeeeee!
It’s that time again! The weeks leading up to a flight I am taking. On an airplane. An airplane that leaves the ground. An airplane that leaves the ground while I am inside it sweating profusely, moistly clutching the hand/arm/face closest to me until I am safely to my destination. Never mind that the…Continue Reading
Drafts in Progress
TC to Glynn: do you love me, do you hate me, what’s going on? To CL crib buyer: Heavy sigh, we just can’t get it together! It’s you, it’s me, it’s both of us. (Realizing foot in mouth) More me. I’m sorry. It’s not you. What’s up? Asked man why he was crippled.…Continue Reading
Book? Meet Cover.
I like to think I know people. Like can tell right off the bat what they’re all about and what makes them tick. For instance, is my next-door neighbor a murderer? Nah. He barbecues on the weekends. Serial griller, maybe, not serial killer. Does that guy up the street cheat on his wife? Totally. Have…Continue Reading
