Two perfect albums came out when I was 16

There isn’t a drug on earth that can compare to the high I get from placing the final piece in a puzzle

Blessed this week by a friend, The Hex Girls & Dracula

In horny jail

Wow, now I finally know how I ended up in this bidding war on eBay

When my Dr asks if I’m ready for my surgery recovery period:

It’s going to be 100 degrees today and that didn’t stop someone from turning the Heat up at my desk

I’ll never stop getting a cheap thrill from drinking cider out of my partner’s pint glass

Two cookies and a Coke crash out

Current coffee table view

My therapist asked me to perform an act of self care today. My act of self care:

Looking for a Zatchi in a sea of Tarakotchis

RIP King

I’ve never done the empty chair exercise in therapy, but I think about it when painting. At first I thought I just didn’t like painting people, now I like to fantasize about the people whose space in my life I must be mourning through my repetition of painting empty rooms, empty furniture