Image courtesy of www.micahprays.com That’s what my brain said at 5am. It was time to talk. My brain has an issue with rudely waking me up, keeping me from sleeping, and all-around being a pain in the ass. But, we talked for about an hour before slipping blissfully back to sleep, 15 minutes before my alarm went off. It went something like this: Brain: Good morning, me! Me: Um, good morning. Its 5am and I will cut you for this. Brain: Yeah, I know, but I like the irony. Me: You suck. What do...
My most brilliantly horrible ideas come to me in the wee hours of the morning. I’mma start a meetup group, or record “Inhale” on the Oxygen network so I can do yoga again, or “I should really blog about addictions to destructive people because that’s what’s happening on DOOL,” or finally, “I should blog (do we notice a trend here?) about stupid women.” These are the thoughts that plague me around 4am, when I’m pinned down by at least one...
Today, I managed to get the Twitches out to a “play date,” which to me, is code for “maybe there will be something snarky to blog about and/or an open bar and/or sushi and/or a chance to recruit women to my cult.” I love days of endless possibilities. The play date was at Betty Bop’s house. You may remember BB from such blogs as “Filty Martinis” where we encountered the IRA Server or the Equality March. Since this is the third blog in which she is mentioned,...
