Never does he ever care, and worse, never does he ever KNOW. It was around this time that his husband’s fury sparked into a tiny flame. “What do you mean you don’t care?” his husband demands. “It’s about us. It’s always about us. It’s about the deep rooted hatred toward men like us.” Read more
Bathe? Bathe, you say? I only bathe twice a week and never on a Wednesday, darling.
Not that it matters to you, per se, but it matters, and it matters because—I’ll have you know—it was quite the success. Everyone arrived; everyone ate; the cake was fantastic; everyone left, and I was swimming laps on the roof by eight o’clock, pee em, which put me in bed around ten. Who celebrates birthdays anymore, as adults?
Monophobia, defined as, the fear of a singular perspective, being regarded as single-minded, Read more
With forty-eight books left to read this calendar year, I can’t afford to not read over the course of a single day. No matter the day, no matter what else is going on, I gotta get a few pages in, real pages, not that fake reading that the internet demands. Read more
… like train tracks.
… like a recipe. Read more
Hi! My name is Dei, and I am a small, about one-and-a-half or, two centimeters tall celadon pig figurine. Typically, I spend the day perched upon whichever surface my keeper decides requires a bit of luck on any given day. Fortunately, my keeper has a partner who also is a keeper. My keeper’s partner’s lucky pig’s name is Ji. Read more