For me, it’s not so much March as Hobble

Rabbit, rabbit. Why do people say that at the beginning of the month? Sarah Jessica Parker always does (she's my Instagram friend), and because she does it, I think it's cute, but all my life I have no idea why people say it. But isn't this literally a rabbit, rabbit month? Isn't Easter this month? … Continue reading For me, it’s not so much March as Hobble

June pops her head out of the cupboard (TM Dick Whitman’s mom. RIP)

A few things. A few matters. Some housekeeping. Don't you fucking hate people who say that? Is there anything you want to read less about than someone's "housekeeping matters"? I mean, other than how little you want to hear the "let me back up" details. I didn't get to go to my work Christmas party. … Continue reading June pops her head out of the cupboard (TM Dick Whitman’s mom. RIP)

The many photography talents o’June

Yesterday I asked you for stuff to blog about at lunchtime, but then lunchtime neared and someone I freelance for said, "Can you do this really fast?" and I said, "$ure," and who's sick of my dollar signs for Ses? S's? Sszez? So that ruined that lunch hour, and now I can't remember what all … Continue reading The many photography talents o’June

Terror, or a mild annoyance, in the night

"June." It was 4:00 in the morning, and I'd been half-awake already for whatever reason. ...did I just...did I just hear my name? I waited a second. Nothing. Maybe a cat moaned in a way that sounded like "June." As they do. "June!" "Grrrrrrr," growled Edsel, quietly. His lifted his head from where it has … Continue reading Terror, or a mild annoyance, in the night

Working and praying and living and dying in this town

June reflects. Cause she's shiny. There's a fine line between telling the truth as much as you can on a blog, which I try to do, and exposing someone else's story. Just because you choose to tell all your shit on a website (narcissistic disorder) doesn't mean everyone else in your life is signed on. … Continue reading Working and praying and living and dying in this town

The house began to pitch. And I’m a bitch.

"Marvin's getting married this weekend," I told Ned, "I feel nothing." "See? That, right there. That scares the SHIT outta me. What if one day, after all this, you feel nothing for me?" I knew Ned was pointing at me dramatically, even though we were on the phone. He's in Kansas. Kansas, he says, is … Continue reading The house began to pitch. And I’m a bitch.

June’s going to kiss you. She won’t even wait.

I'm trying to think of anything of note that happened to me this weekend after The Hair Incident of Saturday, but mostly I had migraines on and off. TAAA-DAAAA! Thanks, June. Thank god I'm here today. Took time out to visit yer ass. Yesterday was finally a nice day, after 46 days and nights of … Continue reading June’s going to kiss you. She won’t even wait.

June goes downtown, which is not a euphemism

Yesterday I had to go to a building downtown to attend an all-day meeting. This is the view from the balcony behind the building. Went out there to smoke my 'rette. Man, I was having a nicotine fit. It was really cool there. They took this whole back area and made it pretty. They took … Continue reading June goes downtown, which is not a euphemism