August 2016 – Page 2 – The Bloggess

That’s how you get an infection.

Last week I saw a bunch of birds building a nest inside the sign of the liquor store, and the birds were so bad at building their nest that things were falling out of it and hitting passersby so I went in and told the cashier, “Hey, there’s a bunch of shit in your P hole,” becauseContinue reading “That’s how you get an infection.”

Leaving magic behind. Or litter. Depends on who is looking, really.

If you’ve read here before you may know that I often leave handmade, tiny ferris wheels or miniature houses on sidewalks or in trees for kids to find, like a lazy Boo Radley. Yesterday Hailey and I took this to a new level when we decided to make a small fairy room in the park nearby. The parkContinue reading “Leaving magic behind. Or litter. Depends on who is looking, really.”

Take the rest of the day off.

I am supposed to be working right now, but I’m not because FUCK WORK. Work is hard and I will not remember the hours I would have spent doing laundry and answering emails so instead I am at the park with Hailey, where we are saying, “Fuck off, gravity.” Well, I’m saying it. She’s 11Continue reading “Take the rest of the day off.”

Sometimes tattered and worn = loved

I use my books. It drives Victor insane. He’s the person who will scream “YOU MONSTER!” at a complete stranger if he hears the sound of a spine breaking, and most of his best comics are permanently sealed in hard plastic slabs, mostly to protect them from me probably. I live on the other side ofContinue reading “Sometimes tattered and worn = loved”

One of those nights.

I’m having one of those nights where – against all logic – I find myself feeling small. Not a good small, like “Aren’t you adorable? I want to put you in my pocket” but that insignificant, unimportant sort of small. The kind that makes you feel like you’re just dust that could spin out intoContinue reading “One of those nights.”

That’s how it’s done, bitches. Apparently.

Hunter S. Thomcat does this thing where he sits next to me in my office and stretches out his arms wildly until someone holds his hand. You might think he’s just stretching but he won’t stop or open his eyes until he reaches someone and if you aren’t paying attention he’ll also meow. It’s weirdContinue reading “That’s how it’s done, bitches. Apparently.”