Month: October 2009
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Unfounded Doubts
Bryan says I am unable to identify the difference between a rat and a squirrel. He seriously doubts my mental clarity on this point.
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To My Dearest, Part 5
To: My Dearest From: Medicated Lady Re: Evaluation There is compelling evidence that you do not feel you have made an error in judgment concerning me. This is disappointing as I had not terminated you; I had only put you on probation. I fully expected for you to come through a reassessment with no problems.…
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Ends
I loved her She deserves my grief but I can’t give it her I don’t feel grief when you die they all say that’s just awful justly awful awfully just *** Bryan has decreed I must do an open mic night soon. I have no opposition other than it’s intimidating. Or it would be if…
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Yesterday I
Just yesterday, I was struggling to come up with something to blog about. My Aunt Celia died early this morning.
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Completely Pointless Ruminations (as most ruminations are)
This whole time, I was thinking I had only recently licked my wounds from the ex of 2008. Then I remembered that last November I was developing a solid relationship with a guy who would 3 months later leave to go to Japan for a couple of years (aka the guy who left the country…
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Miscellaneous Point of Purpose
I have some random man’s boxers on maybe the ex’s or any sort of reasonable facsimile or the Gay Man or such The utility of men’s undergarments the user-friendly hole in the front pisses me off as women are trapped in bras, lycra panties that don’t have any ass coverage just shoestrings and such Which…
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An Attempt at a Bulleted List of Positive Things
Although I am miserable, I am not miserable over Steve as I was this time last year. I am not pregnant. I have one more of my favorite blue pens left before I lose it. I do not have herpes. My eyes are not as dry as they were. I like the sting of eye…
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Awards and Shit
I received a prestigious award (some sort of Lovely Blogger thing) from Bindo, who is my male poetic twin. We wallow together and that takes effort. I don’t like the word “lovely” in this case. I shall rename my awards as Motherfucking Good Blog Awards. Bryan Borland. Friend and Pseudo-Foe. His words are possibly the love…
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erosion
erosion of the worst sort the sea neglects the land its tentative and loving shores careless, the sea pathetic, see wearing down the earth until the sea only has itself to blame wondering where it all went wrong
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For the Life and Love of Bunny-Love: an Interview with the Magnicent B.R. Belletryst
I’ve been inspired by many of my fellow bloggers and my precious Bunny-Love (who considers me Mother and Poetic Grin his Other Mother, for he is the logical love child of the unnatural union of Bryan and me) has generously answered my probing questions with grace and good humor. 1. There was a skit on…
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