"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha..."

I Tumble For Ya

When I was in the fifth grade, I thought Boy George was straight. 


Also, as a teenager, there was that moment I realized it wasn't normal for parents to visit the liquor store every day.

When You Can't Have Chocolate

I have the flu. No more sick days.


I made an incorrect deposit. My account is almost overdrawn.


I forgot to call my boy-thing. He's ignoring my texts.


My neighbor's music is so loud and on so long I missed the exterminator because I thought it was her. GIANT cockroach in the kitchen. It was dead, thank Obama.


My favorite jeans split up the crack. No more beer.


I'm 1400 miles short of a plane ticket home for the holiDAZE. Skype Grandma?


A new one of THESE just makes it all better.  I love you, Bobbi Brown.

You MUST vote...

...if you want the right to complain.

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

That's Entertainment

See this: HOWL


Then pick up THIS and read it out loud. Read any poetry out loud. You will transport to a place in an underdeveloped part of your brain. One that is long forgotten but still vibrating from the initial time you plugged in. Your senses might take you to the smell of old text books or a candle from the bedroom of a sensitive lover. 


Oh, and you'll surprise yourself if you read the poems you usually skip over in The New Yorker when you're on the toilet. The cartoons show up in your mind.

Bare Naked Ladies

I'm too young and too... different... to miss silk stockings, but I do.  I understand some considered them mini torture experiments in pre-breakfast time management and idol life-style embracement. You simply cannot jump out of bed, into your clothes and out the door if you require two espressos, reading glasses and an extra 20 minutes to strap into your underwear. You also cannot sit under or near most nouns, which poses a problem to your colleagues and office furniture in your shared cubicle. One snag from a car door and it's over. It is an entirely different lifestyle. A little more graceful and a lot more difficult. Kind of like... being a woman I suppose.