Stories of this life gone astray
Interesting conversations I’ve had with various people or have overheard because I was being nosy.
I can accept that depression is part of my life — but if I have to make some concessions to accommodate it, then by damned, it’s going to have to make some concessions to accommodate me!
I want to interrupt this busy news day with developments about something you’re truly going to want to know about —
With the Instagram app installed on my phone, I attempted to upload a picture of our cats.
Stupid Instagram.
I miss you, Tetris.
Because no matter how badass you think your inner bitch may be, KARMA IS STILL THE ULTIMATE JUDGMENTAL BADASS BITCH!
“Could it be that Jesus Christ was schizophrenic?” Dr. Lear queried at the beginning of tonight’s class.
Maybe David heard me turning over or maybe he figured one good wake up deserves another, but the next thing I knew, he was standing beside our bed. On my side. I could feel his presence. I pretended I was still asleep.
“Hey, are you awake?” he asked.
I’ve never heard of someone being so distracted that they forgot they needed to pee. Clearly, you’re not on your ADD meds. Look, why don’t we just go back to the restaurant?
