• My Week Defined As A Bag Of Ice

    It occurred to me today that the constant bag of ice in my freezer could be used to describe most of my weeks.

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  • Panic At The Disco

    Only the disco is my deck. So imagine a deck with thistle growing up through the slats. A ton a mint in front of it and a pile of wood engulfed by weeds by the steps. Unless that is how you remember discos looking, then feel free to just imagine a disco. The panic is just plain old panic.

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  • WTF, Blood Lady?

    I don’t mind my doctor. I like him. He usually makes me laugh.

    I saw him last week because I have to stop being stubborn. I need help with this anxiety.

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