The world was better when you were here.—KSR.
~~~On your birthday, April 11, my dear sister, I will not mention the murder, the mourning, the loneliness, or how much I miss you. I will only focus on a few of my favorite memories of our special times together.
Confessions of a Nutcase
(stuff I’d only tell my sister)
Life by Nadine Lynn
~I don’t know how it all began, but I dip my cheese puffs inside diet coke as if it were sour cream.
After The Election / Photo by Ronda L.
—–Confession: The election results made me physically and emotionally ill.
I finally had to go to bed, but at 6:00 AM, I ran to the television and saw this:
Mr. Liverpool’s First Love. Damn Him.
“You don’t know JACK POOP about me, do you?”
Mr. L. looks at me dumbfounded. He’s had this identical look on his face numerous times in our marriage. That look of D U H.
—“Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.” ~Virginia Woolf
- She’s nonjudgmental. Recently, I confided to my bff how I made total fool out of myself at First Avenue: drinking too many strawberry margaritas, dirty dancing, and flirting with these dudes from Rhode Island. I told her a married, Christian girl would never behave in such a irresponsible manner. She smiled and said. “Why didn’t you invite me, bitch?”
Pet Peeves do not make good pets —Bo Bennet
- I hate that tiny bit of saliva resting on the side of your lip like a piece of costume jewelry.
- I hate when you begin every sentence with I and Me and My.