You might as well just insert a picture of Kanye’s face here to sum up this section of the story of my daughter’s eyesight.
If you’ve got some to spare, I’d gladly take them off of your hands.
On the desire I have to get back to why I started “living online” in the first place: writing for the love of it, writing when the story inside is begging to be told.
“California here we come, right back where we started from. Pedal to the floor. Thinkin’ of the roar.”
Whenever my mother talks about how tenacious Marlo can be I say, “That apple didn’t fall far from her grandmother.”
Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.
If you don’t share your favorite pirate joke I will be thoroughly disappointed that you wasted such an opportunity.
So this is happening. Again.
Here’s a dimple to distract you from the a terrifying display of climate change.
Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Blame it on Mercury.