An Early Contender for poop of the year.

(note: the title is a fairly literal explanation on what is about to be revealed below, so please feel free Continue reading →

Remember Facebook Graffiti? Pepperidge Farm Remembers.

 

Amazing Gracelessness

I am sure that anyone that knows me (a large percentage of my readership at this point) will not be Continue reading →

An End To It: Part 1 – Another Last Night

If you’d have asked her, she’d have told you that it was only after he’d climaxed that she started to Continue reading →

An End To It: Part 2 – They’re Only Words

I hate you What? I hate you. And I hate me more. You didn’t hate me 10 minutes ago. Yes Continue reading →

His new, Lonely World

He walks. With nowhere left to go, he walks. He sometimes follows the warmth, sometimes the stars, sometimes the moon, Continue reading →

A warning and request for all the men out there.

I do it. I try not to, but I do. I guess all males do it. We miss. Ours chaps Continue reading →

Lemmy and David Bowie and now Alan Rickman and everyone else we lose

The surprise and the sadness and the grief and the mourning shout loudly. There is a little voice however, urgently telling Continue reading →