“But if we bling my cone, would I still look sad enough to work the treat circuit?” Yes. I suggested to Chloe that we jazz up her cone and give it some bling. Because she'd had 15 teeth removed then got 10 days worth of antibiotics to be crammed down her throat plus a cone … Continue reading Working that cone
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I’m walking Quinn and we had to sprint past a very angry sprinkler for the length of one house and in that short burst, My bra decided it’d had enough of this gd shit (didn’t sign up for this level of jiggling, etc) and starting with the left strap, began to shimmy it’s way off … Continue reading 2016 Liberation of Boobs
Spider veins: one of the lesser-known signs of the apocalypse. A moment of gratitude for joining me on this journey especially if you’re here without judgment and aren’t either full of shit or full of yourself which are actually exactly the same thing. I personally hope I am neither of them yet could also entertain … Continue reading Spider veins like a samurai
“Do you need a bag for this?” when you’ve forgot your reusable. Like I’m gonna ruin my planet for a plastic bag not even strong enough to scoop the cat box offerings into. When, obviously, I don’t need a bag, dumbo; I’m perfectly fine doing what I always do which is carrying it exquisitely stacked … Continue reading Smrt Shopper
I’ve lost a lot of very good people to this truth. But first, I lost myself. Because we’re not born into the education about how to flow with the growth of our own life. We’re born into the construct of the five senses, and instructed to bow to the mores of a society which we’re … Continue reading Our people
[Just popped in a Paul Simon CD, and now St Judy’s Comet rides shotgun, rolling across the skies and leaving sprays of diamonds in its wake. Music, poetry, words left out like cat food for homeless cats….it’s all part of love]. I've been waking up at sunrise to love like lightning shaking til it moans … Continue reading Spray of Diamonds
Sometimes when you rise in the morning, the light in the room holds echoes of the ancestors and other worlds, and in a speechless wisdom of such purity you can hear them saying: “No. Don’t wear those shorts; they shrunk and you’re already bloated.” And sometimes you’re wise and you listen, and sometimes you gotta … Continue reading Donated shorts
