One year later. And my 82 year old mom is texting. It’s a tsunami of crazy.
Tonight will be exactly one year since my life shattered into a million little pieces of shit. A lot has happened in this last year.
Tonight will be exactly one year since my life shattered into a million little pieces of shit. A lot has happened in this last year.
I love my little corner of the Internet. I love that even though I haven’t posted in … let’s see … drop the 6, carry
Remember the post I wrote about touring the SUNY Geneseo campus last year because it was on Zoe’s list of potential colleges? The post in
That’s me, bitch-slapping 2011 to the curb where, if there is a God, it will be run over by an endless herd of confused, pissed-off, incontinent,
OH MY GOD, GUESS WHAT? I’m still here. I know! I can’t believe it either. I have so much to tell you but my brain