eat better. vote.

Rage. I was all set to write about rage and then something washed over me. Grace? Probably not. Probably fatigue. I’m spent, what with all the raging. I remember that there’s a new moon, maybe it transited to a benevolent position when I sat down to write. I want to Read more…

my wallot*

Who doesn’t love a little retail therapy? That rush of dumping a bag full of NEWness onto the bed when you get home? Swiftly finding hangers and a spot in the closet for the new items. I’ve spent an indulgent amount of time folding and refolding a new addition to Read more…

Briarwood-Van Wyck we suck Dick

We’re about to get expelled and it’s going to be on Mikal.  Principal Eggerton sniffed out the weak link as soon as we settled into the surplus cafeteria chairs facing his office.  I watch him watching us through the glass door to his office, as if we’re in a precinct lineup. Read more…

Watch the Steps!

Her toe is bleeding again.  Krissy knows the nail is never going to grow in normal.  Miranda had told her back when they joined the corps de ballet that you could get acrylic tips for your toenails but she’s not sure about this.  Miranda’s information is always suspect.  Krissy is Read more…