I think I write, more than anything, because I like how it feels afterwards. I like the feeling of I can do this. It’s not a feeling that comes easily to me. For most of each day, I’m feeling like I’m doing things I don’t understand, I’m not good at, or really dislike doing. So, … Continue reading On What To Write
Someone left these just lying around. That seems dangerous. They belong in the White House, surely.
This was a bumper week for people making offerings to the Sofa Eating Dumpster God of our apartment complex.
Sure, this is the After Party. Take your welcome bag, have a great time. Watch out for the trash pandas.
This is where the lost souls wait on their way to Eternal Damnation. It is no coincidence that Hell's Waiting Room is in my apartment complex.