Dear Sleepy-Type Cold Medicine, I just took you, so you’ll pardon the formality of this letter, since we’re already more intimate than I make us out to be. But I wanted to ask you a favor. The begging of favors requires politeness and politeness requires a nice letter. You know how it is. I’m not…
To Whom It May Concern: Ah, the internet…where just anyone can post their thoughts—whether they be mindful or misdirected—and have the whole world bear witness. I read this article recently. My first thought was to simply ignore the drivel—it was posted on Fox News, after all. It’s obviously a sensationalist piece. After reading it, it…
Whew, that sick-haze around my noggin’ is startin’ to finally dissipate. Hence, my optimism is thankfully returning. But I digress. I promised a list, and here ’tis: 1) breakfast in bed (and lunch…….and dinner) 2) the welcome realization that you cannot smell when you haven’t taken the garbage out in days 3) unabashed usage of…
Ugh. Being sick sucks. I am typically an optimist. But when I get sick, that half-full crap goes right out the window. It’s like I feel like I’ll feel this way forever. I’m hopeless. It’s awfully sad. It’s also short-sighted, stupid, ignorant, and (not to mention) shamelessly selfish. I’d like to think that maybe the…
So I had a dream where I could fly But the only one who knew was My Past My Past was gentle and kind and we had lots of secrets together We tried to get away from the others. He protected me. I climbed up the fence-building and jump-sailed down He distracted them from…
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So now that the holidays have tapered off a bit (the cards have stopped coming, my stocking dark chocolates have been eaten, and I’ve watched all of the corny Christmas movies available online), I’ve begun to finally buckle down and write my next show. It’s something that’s been floating around in my head for a…
Mmm! Homemade black bean soup! Delicious, yes? Definitely, but make sure you’ve got your wits about you while you’re cooking. Even if you always turn off your blender before unplugging it, make sure you put the lid on those tomatoes before you plug that blender back in. Yes, it makes for a funny moment from…
Dear 2011, Suck it. Love, Amanda PS: 2012 is gonna be incredibly beautiful.
Oh! I know her. what’s-her-name What’s her name? starts with an ‘S’ no…. …has an “s” sound in it Somewhere. What is her name? If she smiled more, she could be a Bridget. Oh, is she one-of-those ends-in-a-“y” people? I can’t stand those people. (except for the people I love whose names happen to end…