i cannot deny, that even though i was filled with total and complete giddiness when i picked up “Folker,” i have to admit that it didn’t stick with me right away. in fact, when after the first week i was a little disappointed by this effort. a fact that i only admitted to myself, in [...]
i cannot deny, that even though i was filled with total and complete giddiness when i picked up “Folker,” i have to admit that it didn’t stick with me right away. in fact, when after the first week i was a little disappointed by this effort. a fact that i only admitted to myself, in [...]
for halloween this year i decided it’d be a really, really good idea to be a couch potato. i’m about to slip onto my costume right now, with ed wood in the DVD player, my hand stuffed down my pants, and a bowl of ice cream melting in my lap. it promises to be positively [...]
“hello,” i said into the phone, trying to pretend like my blissful state of napdom was not rudely interrupted by the phone. “guess what?” i heard sister #4 screech. she was on her cell phone, no doubt tooling about in the short bus. “what?” i said, feigning interest. “i went into chipotle dressed as a [...]
i was standing next to ruby outside the EZ Stop, a rundown gas station located at the end of Newly Invented Road, which is like a block away from my house. i was fueling up ruby roo, because she was breathing fumes and i had to meet la familia (someday i will check with sister [...]
sometimes it’s really hard to write when the thing that’s playing biggest (TPoIWCS) on your mind is the one thing that you really cannot, should not write about. such self-censoring seems to clog up all the other things that you could still say, leaving you utterly pointless and emotionally constipated. it sorta sucks a giant [...]
damon’s still pretty new and doesn’t believe in the heinousness of my hair at certain moments in it’s life. so i present for all to behold: Narcoleptic Copywriter Head. if you are pregnant, have a pacemaker, or a weak disposition, please do not click that link. we at the fortress of supergeniushood cannot be responsible [...]
after all that hooha i wrote about max’s birthday, i forgot to fucking call him. i forgot to call my booba on his birthday! i just remember to call him right now and he’s already sleeping. damnit. curses to me and my preoccupied mind. i suck ass. boo! hiss! bad aunt, bad aunt.
henceforth the sucky ass situation that i really should talk about will be refered to as That Problem of Which I Cannot Speak (TPoWICS), got it? it brought me down quite a bit today, but i think i am rebounding nicely. as my beloved FFJ says, change is always good. scary, but good. TPoIWCS is [...]
Today is the sixth birthday of my most beloved Booba. In my whole life I never thought I could love a boy so much. So much that sometimes it actually physically hurts, like I can’t keep all that I feel inside. I love Jayce, Cade, and Nolan, I love them with everything I have. But [...]
this is merely a test to see how the MT future thing works. if there were a realy posting emergency, we would be dressed in more than a turquoise bra and a pair of jeans. we would also not be sucking down captain morgan and diet coke with lime as if our life were gonna [...]
it’s official i’m in a funk. i think the worries that i can’t talk about regarding the place of employment are really really bringing me down. totally bringing me down. there are big changes lurking here in the fortress of supergeniushood. big changes. big changes are scary and make you get lost in a deluge [...]
it’s been quite sometime since i’ve written something that can reduce me to tears. today, i wrote about what it’s like to be an ugly 8th grader. i put it on bittersweetheart.com, because it’s not something i want to see here when i come to iwilldare.com. i thought about just writing it and ignoring it, [...]
I spent a lot of time last night reading Lucy Grealy’s Autobiography of a Face. This is Grealy’s memoir of her life living with her face which was disfigured by a cancer that caused doctors to remove half of her jaw. The jaw removal happened when Grealy was like 10 or 11, she spent her [...]
“do you still have to go to the store?” sister #2 asked after i picked up the phone. “yeah,” i said. “can you pick up some peanut oil?” “sure,” i said. “no problem.” “all the cereal characters are at cub today and i was so busy chasing max around so he could hug them all [...]
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