Potty training, pee fetishes, and other things you don’t want to read about.
We talked. First about her, then about me. I talked to her about what it’s like to care for someone with advancing dementia.
To keep my gym membership or not? That is the question. The truth is that I don’t need the gym, I like the gym. Yes, I don’t get distracted from my workouts when I’m at the gym. I like forcing awkward naked hugs on people I run into in the locker room (HI HELENE!) It […]
It would be just my luck to end up with a 135 pound freak of nature.
I’m just trying to work and he’s chattering away like he did a couple lines and drank a gallon of coffee.
I told her to abandon her feminist ideals about accurately portraying the female form and make me skinnier with bigger tits.
I mean, OF COURSE I have a half naked dog with a mysterious skin condition. It seems like being high maintenance and weird is a requiremnt of being close to me.
I’m ready to let go of the sadness and embrace the beauty that was Blue’s life.
Without missing a beat I said, “There’s only one in Boulder,” and she looked at me like I lost my mind.
I don’t like hugging. Well, it’s not that I don’t like it but I just don’t feel comfortable doing it … unless I am hugging a person that I know hates hugging more than I do then I hug them extra hard and long because then it turns into an act of aggression which is much more up my alley.