....No, really, GTFO of my space....bitch. Here's the deal... When you pay my rent, you can park in my space. Until then, find your own goddamn space. I pay for this one for a very specific reason: so my mother doesn't have to walk that far from our apartment to my truck. You don't like… Continue reading No Parking!
Month: July 2015
Dear June
...I'd like a fucking do-over, please, and yes, that includes my birthday. If you stalk follow me on the interwebz, you may be well aware of the month I had...and I didn't even share it ALL with the world. Oh yes, there's so much more, but I won't go into it because it's a private… Continue reading Dear June
The Gallbladder of Doom
...may be coming for you. In early 2010, right after I'd moved down to Tucson and in with my friend Heather a.k.a. Kitty, the Gallbladder of Doom struck her a month after it'd struck her sister CJ Redwine, and for two months, I took care of her. Since then, the Gallbladder of Doom has come… Continue reading The Gallbladder of Doom