The house is empty, and yet I’m still here. Why? Because fuck me, that’s why. That’s how it feels, anyway. Read the postCanada Post’s “IN TRANSIT” is the postal equivalent of my mother’s “BECAUSE I’M THE MOM”
I just want to paint again. Is that too much? Read the postIf video killed the radio star, then Monday killed the weekend.
We got some snow, I did some errands, and then the real estate agent wanted to push the closing date up and I got, like, totally stressed out and didn’t sleep. Read the postOne Last Fri-Yay.