Kahlo of the wild. Or Fridatlanta. What do you want from me. I’m hung over.

Back when I first became a blogging person, in eighteen aught six, someone told me about another funny blogger named Miss Doxie. What I just did, there, was call myself "funny" again, and that's twice in a row, now. But I've only called myself funny twice since eighteen aught six, so that's saying something. The … Continue reading Kahlo of the wild. Or Fridatlanta. What do you want from me. I’m hung over.

With her caffeine, her Ritalin, and her pearls. Of wisdom.

That's really my favorite line from a song. WHAT is, June? We aren't actually there in your head. And clearly half the time we don't read your title. https://youtu.be/ymmRnKaTEr8 "With her fog, her amphetamines, and her pearls." Love that line. Also, do you ever do this? If anyone says to me, "I hate Bob Dylan. … Continue reading With her caffeine, her Ritalin, and her pearls. Of wisdom.

Dancing queen. Old and mean, only 52.

Yesterday at lunchtime, I stampeded across town to the damn dance store, which is its official name. Greensboro's Damn Dance Store! We're open stupid times! When I got there, I realized I'd tensed up, in the worry that they'd be closed Mondays or some other similar irritating thing. But they were not! There they were, … Continue reading Dancing queen. Old and mean, only 52.

What is wrong with this emu?

It was inevitable, I suppose, that during a pertinent conversation with my friend Hamlet, in which we were extolling Patty and Selma from The Simpsons, that I was struck by HOW MAGNIFICENT it would be to name cats Patty and Selma. It's these epiphanies that make me say, Well, I could just jaunt off to … Continue reading What is wrong with this emu?

Because we need more oompah bands.

It's raining today; at the most, it's going to be 64 degrees. They also call that "the high." Am become familiar with language of peeple. Anyway, after Edsel's a.m. constitutional, and by "constitutional" I mean he peed, he stampeded back inside, as he does. "Edsel, wait," I said, and he screeched to a halt. That's … Continue reading Because we need more oompah bands.

I ran out of Ritalin. You can totally tell.

I did something I wish I hadn't. I agreed via email, while at my regularly scheduled job, to take on a freelance project. I didn't pay enough attention to the deets and dear June, please say deets, because please see above ref to regularly scheduled job and distracted. They offered me a flat rate, and … Continue reading I ran out of Ritalin. You can totally tell.

June peruses old Avon ads because her Ritalin hasn’t kicked in yet today

I've gotten up, fed all the animals like I'm Fern in Charlotte's Web. Not that she really fed that many animals other than Wilbur. With a bottle. Now I want a baby pig. Anyway, then I showered and ventured in here, to put on my Laila Ali dryer cap and write to you. But I … Continue reading June peruses old Avon ads because her Ritalin hasn’t kicked in yet today

Me and you and a dog with Blu

I did many things this weekend, but one thing I did not do was much sleeping. Internet: Why, Joon? Joon: Noneya, Internet. On Friday afternoon, I was toiling at m'desk when the phone rang. "WHAT." I thought, as I am cheerful and elegant about being interrupted when in a flow. It was my doctor's office. … Continue reading Me and you and a dog with Blu

June picks a bad day to stop sniffing glue

Yesterday, I wrote about some, oh, personal stuff, and then I felt bad about it being so public, so I deleted this post and pasted it to (Face)Book of June, a secret page on Facebook. For awhile, (Face)Book of June was just a closed group, meaning no one could wander over there and see all … Continue reading June picks a bad day to stop sniffing glue