I dreamt I was on campus looking for a film class. I was carrying Mr. Bates, my huge cat, in my arms. He was tolerating it but I didn’t know how long he would let me hold him. I couldn’t remember where the class was, which building. It was dark. I went into one building […]
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I won’t let marital vows stand in the way of my destiny which is to surround myself with fluffy cuteness.
Without missing a beat I said, “There’s only one in Boulder,” and she looked at me like I lost my mind.
At this point I’ll be lucky to have a sexually confused hermaphrodite wet-dream because I’d give it a 99.9% chance that I will be dreaming out water damage, broken pipes, and jumping off the roof in order avoid dealing with this house.
Yesterday wasn’t a good day. I had an interaction unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and not in a good way. I’m not going to elaborate except that I think understand what provoked it as well as the cultural and political differences that fueled the misunderstanding. The attacks on my blog, my humor, implications about my lifestyle (which […]
Last night I dreamt I was driving a mattress up a steep and busy road. I could feel the battery wearing down and worried that I might have to get off and push. Dreams are funny.
A savvy fisherman never reveals the location of his favorite fishing hole lest word get out and spoil it forever. I stumbled on the most perfect campsite ever and I’m not saying where it is for the exact same reason. The 4th of July has to be one of the busiest camping weekends of the year […]
I had the most epic anxiety dream last night. Loony blames the thick comforter on the guest bed. In fact, he blames sleeping in an overheated bed for just about everything, especially strange dreams. The one on our bed, that my MIL is sleeping in, is a summer weight, so thin that you can see […]
I once said that I enjoy apocalyptical end-of-world fiction. I sort of enjoy it. I loved The Dog Stars by Peter Heller but because the language was so lovely and the protagonist was someone I could relate to. I only got five pages into The Road by Cormac McCarthy before I had to put it down […]