Tuesday, August 16, 2011
You give a little, You get a little
Stuff going on.
I'm writing poetry, grinding my teeth over the nightmare circus that is our political process, writing and reading, committing meditative ironing, forgetting to pack school lunches, and generally causing mayhem. Cats are involved. So are corn dogs, a box of ballet shoes and a peculiar dream about Marcus Bachmann giving an interview about eating pussy.
I know, I know.
Let's just forget I told you that and visit Newswordy. And don't forget to check out those archives. If I'm going to suck your intelligence out of your ears here, then at least I can direct you to a place where you can refill your brainpan.
Onward, ho, my subversives.
What are your favorite words?