An Ode to Dads

One of my best friends told me this incredible story. It is horribly embarrassing so I have taken out any identifiers. It is all true.

My Creative Process

Nothing.

I feel like shit about this.

There is nothing.

I do other things, less important things, things I could give or take.

I feel like every task is time-wasting. I notice there are a lot of assholes around. I feel fat. I stop wanting to have sex…

Long Live Ugly/Hot

I coined a term: Ugly/Hot  It means that you are so damn ugly it makes you hot. I only used to date guys that were ugly/hot.  My first boyfriend in grade 3 was covered in boils and zits and had coke bottle glasses that made his eyes bug out and 24/7 he wore a full mouth guard. He also sported …

Chin Hair

*My first review on a product that did not asked to be reviewed.
I am husbandless, home-ownershipless, childless and right now “technically” job-less and in my mid-30s.

Princesses VS Queens

Have you seen Toddlers and Tiara’s? I watch it when I am on the plane. I watch episode after episode and the show blows my mind in so many ways. My boyfriend recently told me that this clip reminds him of my soul. I felt so known. I felt so seen. I know this child probably has a shitty situation …

Brazilian Waxing as Spiritual Practice

I may be the only 33 year old in the western world that has not gotten the full meal deal when it comes to waxing so I thought it was high time. I was unclear about options, rules and etiquette so I spoke plainly. I would like the front to look tidy. I would like the undercarriage clean. Why am …

It's hard, to let yourself be loved.

…Your love

Should never be offered to the mouth of a

Stranger,

Only to someone

Who has the valor and daring

To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

Then weave them into a blanket

To protect you…

It’s hard, to let yourself be loved.

…Your love

Should never be offered to the mouth of a

Stranger,

Only to someone

Who has the valor and daring

To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

Then weave them into a blanket

To protect you…

I clean up quite well.

I just saw the gnarliest squirrel running along a telephone wire outside my hotel room window. It looked like a cross between a ferret and a pencil. Most of his hair was gone except for random tufts sticking out along his thin belly but he seemed quite jaunty and free. It’s destiny that I see this squirrel today because he reminds me a lot of me.
It’s surprising how little I care for my looks…