The TV reminds me that Bruce Springsteen’s on stage at the Tonys. Halfway through my instant eye roll (c’mon, man, you’re blocking their sun), I stop. “He’s always been wonderful to you. Just listen, freely.” One undivided second of attention in and I’m hooked. Then and now and way back when. Whole world is. When … Continue reading
Company coffee’s a stinking corporate ploy, but I was sucking it down and clicking through emails when my phone rang. “Hi, are you the one who owns the orange cat around Beaver Street?” With our address and my phone number tagged to his collar, we let Gillygan roam in and out as he pleased. “Yes, … Continue reading
Twitching today, surrounded by empty traps. El Presidente cocktails and the marshmallow experiment would be tasty right about now. Choking down a quixotic simulacrum and the 80/20 principle is eating me up! Jeepers creepers, Meryl Streepers, TURN THE WATER OFF. On an Oktoberfest swingset is where I want to be. I’m tunneling a wikihole! Please … Continue reading
I just got this email: molldoll1982, your OkCupid account is about to be disabled! I never signed up for it. … ? … ?! What if there’s a secret Internet me going on weird dates? I bet she puts out. Whore. Sorry, Ho. What does she look for in her World Wide men? A sexy … Continue reading
She was standing in the cornfield, her arms perpendicular to her sides forming a cross with her body. Her imitation of the scarecrow was making us both laugh. “Can you believe they have one of these things? Do they even work?” she said as she bounced over to the stuffed man and threw her arms … Continue reading
Over the actual lyrics at a String Cheese Incident show, my husband was singing what sounded like Possum. “You’d rather be at a Phish show that bad, huh?” First week of college and I’d managed to spend seven years knowing next to nothing about a sound that I claimed to like. My new friend had the … Continue reading
The first time I got it was at some punk show in a crappy venue that allowed an under-18 crowd. I don’t remember the name of the band or the music they played, but the rush I felt changed my life and I’ve been addicted since. It was late 90s Tucson. I was a new kid, … Continue reading
So my baby is 10½ months old and he’s teething. First things first, I used to find it super annoying and completely unnecessary when parents would state their child’s age in months. Like, who gives a shit if your child is 13 months? He’s a year. And if your kid is 23 months, he’s almost … Continue reading
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