and so...the hangover

and so it hurts. and i'm sorry i grabbed an ass or 2. what's a girl to do? that's the story of livin' la vida lurv. it's a crazy fucked up world and you gotta be ready with your boots and spurs, digging into the ribs of this beast of reality.

alas, i am still a wee envious of the reading i went to last night. i miss writing for a purpose. and i don't mean the colorful post-it notes i leave on the kids' papers and such. i used to lie around in the grass at cherokee, lolling in my verbs and gerunds. so, as one resolution is pulling on strong, i'm adding another. to write! and with such vigor will i write. and the same vigor i will throw away several copies of "i love him with more heart..." gag.

to the writing table! but not before a yummy lunch with mumsy. smoked pitas!

the inauguration of the little ones

Here is my inaugural blog post. I haven't blogged since the days of MySpace and I think many of us have decided it's a breeding ground for demon offspring. For shit's sake, my alma mater had kids running away from the school after threats were made all over MySpace. That's whack.

And so on. I'll be using this portal mainly for satirical and writing purposes. And so far, you're my only friend.

eat your biscuits, bia.