Help! Someone glued a pair of puffer fish to my legs!
I keep thinking that I want to write more posts like the kind that I used to think of as throwaways, the kind where I wrote about how I spilled Italian dressing on my sweater and men stopped to talk to me all day at work or how I am basically in love with butterscotch pecan muffins and I pretend that each one I eat is the same one, because it's more intimate that way.
I don't write those entries, though, because I'm always thinking that I have to have this topic to attack whether it be alcoholism or nail polish, and it creates this narrow focus that crowds out the fun stuff.
Onion revels in some much-missed cuddling.
Some might call that fun stuff fluff, but when I look back over the nearly eight years of this weblog, those are the posts I enjoy the most, the ones where I let myself wander around miscellany.
My iPhone magically turned the Palinode into a yeti.
Running a narrative around the not-so-heavy bits makes me take note of them. I stop being so heavy.
Of course, now I'm being all heavy about not being heavy. Watch me brood over leading a lighter life!
Now that's a black cat.
I obviously didn't keep my bottom retainer in long enough after my braces came off.
Sometimes I miss self-medication.