To all cave-dwelling rock monsters with my face: next guided meditation, say or do something interesting.
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Of course, of course I have to talk about Chicken John to my therapist. That was going to happen.
Good to hear, lady. How’s your self-care regimen holding up?
The kind of morning where you progress through old Flickr photos to remind yourself who you’ve been.
It costs $5 million a day to fight. But the King fire gave me a day of hiking in woods that were lit by a sky the color of an alien planet.
Sometimes I worry if something bad happens to my loved ones, the last thing I said to them was “so long, butt-nugget”… but I still say it.
A week of birthday parties.