Some days parenting feels like I’m the kid and the kids are the ravioli. (Is that how you spell ravioli? Why does it look wrong? Don’t you hate it when a simple word like that looks completely wrong but logic tells you it is right? 11 more words
beyond the pane: life
breathing through uncountable bodies
while street lights turn neon green
freeing pedestrians, dogs and their walkers;
two cats stray silent on window sills.
Okay. So I have not posted anything for almost three weeks.
Im fine. Im okay. Im feeling many things at once. For all those people who thought I had died, or worse, simply stopped blogging, no worries. 765 more words
My adversion to blow dryers is due to pure laziness. I am dedicated to great hair, just not that kind of dedicated. I’m not into physically harming myself via holding the dryer in that awkward fashion for far too long. 293 more words
It looks like Watch Me Date is here to stay! The Guardian are asking for applications. If you have no shame and think love can be found at the other end of Google Glass – rather than the end of a martini glass where it belongs – you should go for it. 933 more words