Red black drops grown from within; terraforming inky lines laced into keratin, a dueling pigment spearing the pink. Stress substantiated, distress stretching out to tip of finger, rending capillaries rendering proof. Waiting for the new to push out with clippers poised to shear away the evidence of my spiral manifest.
On a good day I have my morning hustle down to a pat 30 minutes from feet on the floor to keys in the ignition. The Type A in me prepares everything the night before so the not such a morning person, more likely to grunt than talk before coffee me has no idea what … More Single Girl Home Owning: Sewage Edition (AKA How I Spent an Evening with Plumber Jim)
I grew up eating government cheese and wearing Dollar General jelly shoes that gave me bleeding blisters. When I was very young we raised pigs to slaughter and stored homegrown root vegetables next to the coal in the basement to make it through the winter. We were sustainable chic before it was hipster. When you’re … More Bubbles and Budgets
If I could Match.Com me a perfect doesn’t-have-to-talk companion his name would be Sven and he would be a 6’4” Swedish masseuse. Instead I’m following a tiny Russian woman to a suspect back room to get mostly naked and shell out the equivalent of a Tiny House Nation mortgage for a professional rubdown. I hope. … More Russian Rubdown