Crappy thoughts while in the midst of a crappy breakup

I've been sleeping with my dogs again, for the first time since September. It's lovely, and also awful. I forgot how they get right on top of me, so I can't move my legs, ever, or roll over. But there is nothing better than when Tallulah rests her chin on your head and sighs, "Hmmmmmmmmm." … Continue reading Crappy thoughts while in the midst of a crappy breakup

It’s Over

Am going to try to be dignified about this, like I'm Coretta Scott King or something, but my relationship is over. And I don't mean sort of or maybe or we had a tiff. The damage is irreparable and it's over.

I’m Mr. Bug. I own a mansion and a yacht.

Since I've been felled--FELLED!--by this illness, I've watched approximately 40 episodes of my Sex and the City. Not that I own the franchise to that show; if I did do you really think I'd be sitting around here talking to the likes of your impoverished ass? I mean my box set of the show, is … Continue reading I’m Mr. Bug. I own a mansion and a yacht.

Marvin, please read this one. There are no feet, I promise.

I got a big kick out of everyone's comments yesterday. The poor Guy Who Sits Next To Me had to hear each new what-you'd-find-if-you-cut-me-open comment. Imagine being the poor guy who has to sit next to me all day. His wife is probably sick and tired of hearing about me already. "June again, GodDAMMIT!" Maybe … Continue reading Marvin, please read this one. There are no feet, I promise.