: bandaids are not your friend :
They will out you. First chance they get, those buggers scream, ‘clumsy bonehead walking.’ And you can’t deny it, because the damn proof is right there,…
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: yipes, here it comes :
Autumn, with it’s cold, damp, dreary darkness, is preparing for the kill. That’s its entire purpose, you know: to murder summer. To replace our blissful radiance and…
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: I got greedy :
I did. Success went right straight to my head; I was drunk on power and competence. It was both life enhancing and unfamiliar. You see, I’ve tilted at more than my share of…
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: the annual fall panic :
Is there a name for the extreme fear of being cold? Yes, it’s called frigophobia and is a condition from which I suffer. I assure you, suffer is the appropriate word, as…
: do you ever get on your own nerves? :
Why, yes. Yes, I do. In fact, I’m often at odds with myself, because I’m a pain in my own ass. There’s simply no reason to…
: how I spent Christmas night :
: back on the horse :
: all humor is based in sorrow :
: the great debate :
: here’s a declaration of weakness :
I can’t stop the world from changing in ways I don’t like or leaving me in the dust as it marches past. There, short and to…
: a bad, bad, terrible impression :
The dog, bless her heart, isn’t terribly bright. She’s trusting, though, and that’s to her everlasting detriment. I sometimes use her naiveté for entertainment purposes: she’ll…
: happy anniversary to me :
Me! Got that? Me, the whirly girl, Queen of All I Survey. Today marks the third anniversary of my Very Great and Momentous Bicycle Crash. On…
: 1 + 1 + 1 + so on = cuckoo :
I know, that doesn’t make sense, but I can explain if you’ll bear with me. Nobody in their right mind goes looking for trouble. No one…
