The one where June never shuts up. Yeah, that one. This one time.

I have a story that's hilarious, or at least it would be when I told it, with my fine storytelling skills, and hey, modesty. But as I always do before I tell someone else's story, I asked first if it would be okay to tell, and it turns out it's not okay to tell, which … Continue reading The one where June never shuts up. Yeah, that one. This one time.

June’s love for everything continues unabashed

I don't want to know about your stupid A-game. What game, anyway? Maybe this is my problem; I don't know what the game is and why I should be playing it. My love for everything rages on. I'm writing you now with a dead gigantic cockroach near the entryway to this room, and I've no … Continue reading June’s love for everything continues unabashed

Black

Yesterday, I cheated on my hairdresser and held a dying kitten. So now I have PTSD and almost-black hair. I'd had to cancel on my regularly scheduled hairdresser, because my appointment with her had been during my Two Weeks With 80 Dollars sabbatical. "Yes, I'm on sabbatical. From life. Till I hunker through these two … Continue reading Black