July 2009
3 posts
Who's their daddy?
The universe has been sending me submissive men lately.
A lot of them.
Clutters of mountains of stuff
I found the perfect-sized cheap-ass flimsy-as-hell kindergardeny-looking shelving at Target (pronounced “tar-ZHAY”). They’re assembled now, but still empty. Meanwhile, my floor is still full of clutter.
Packing and moving had a deadline. Unpacking and settling does not. Somehow I believed for a minute that I could take my time on it, that my life could go on amidst the clutter, and that my...
