via Facebook... WHAT KIND OF MONSTER LEAVES A CAKE OUT IN THE RAIN?
If you ask me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you; I came to live out loud.
~ Emile Zola
Showing posts with label September 30. Show all posts
Showing posts with label September 30. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... I had some weird iTunes fugue thing happen and I may or may not have just bought and downloaded some 289 songs... Right now Donna Summer followed by Vance Joy. I'm having a good night.
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Never slept. No, not insomnia or pain. Or at least not physical pain. Instead it was psychic pain. The pain caused by a kid who has read some blogs and can say things like "evil imperial plans" when discussing sending aid to Africa for the Ebola outbreak and can insist that most if not all military should be arrested for war crimes and put in prison but, of course, has no actual working knowledge of said military and lumps everybody together and calls me biased. And ignorant. Ignoring that my spouse is retired military. And uses multiple ?????? when asking questions to make them questionier. Which actually was the thing that made me twitch. Did I mention still a teenager? And somehow me mentioning that the military contains bunches of marginalized groups and oppressed groups made me a chauvinist. Anyway. My brain hurts. I'm going to eat chocolate and listen to Walken read Where The Wild Things Are to clean my brain.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Timber just went to window, stared into the yard for a solid five minutes, came to tell me he needed to go out... ...sniffed around, found one new spot to mark, and came right back in. I don't know what was in the yard, but Timber feels better now that he's peed over it.
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Now I'm hungry. But I don't want anything we have in the house. No, not even chocolate.
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Also....I hate pumpkin. And I don't mean I think it's yucky, I mean I hate it with a white-hot hate I reserve for very few foods. I hate the flavor, the pies, the spiced, the lattes, the way it pushes itself into otherwise wonderful things. Pumpkin beer? WHY! Pumpkin coffee? EVIL! It is a deep betrayal. I can never forgive pumpkin for its invasion all things otherwise yummy.
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