I’d like to make a public apology to my friend Beth’s older son, Kyle, for not returning the teddy bear he let Leta borrow eight days ago. He said we could have it on loan for one week, seven days, and here I am not making good on a deal with a five-year-old who could [...]
Yesterday I received a letter from Hannah (hi! Hannah) in England wherein she included a clipping from her university’s student newspaper. And, yes, of course it talks about people losing their jobs because of their websites and my name was mentioned. I feel like a disease that has made its way across the Atlantic. Are [...]
He could hear the mailman walking over from next door which means TREAT IS WALKING OVER TO OUR HOUSE. TREAT. TREAT. JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING TREAT.