Wardrobe Mystery

There’s a mystery that lives in my dressing room. I say dressing room – but that’s actually just a fancy word for the spare bedroom that is home to my two huge wardrobes and the bed/couch-creation that contains all of the laundry-I-didn’t-yet-fold. Foldin’ laundy is the fucking worst of the entire world of chores imho.Continue reading “Wardrobe Mystery”

Rough starts and bumpy endings.

Sports have never really been mah thang, perse. Even though I’ve always been active in one thing or another – I do not consider them mah thang. Mostly because my body is not very subtle in letting me know that it hates anything resembling movement by breaking at every possible seam in every possible way.Continue reading “Rough starts and bumpy endings.”