The Universe has given us a Martian ℞ — taken once per night, preferably with lots of water, and we still have half a bottle left to swallow. Consider another way to fight, friends.
You cannot have your cake donut and eat it, too.
To get crabs, therefore, is not simply a way to live my 70s Swinger Dream Realness, but to connect with the history of our species as I scratch an itch that transcends time.
I wish I knew what to do with drafts. Unfinished, half-finished, all-but-finished, basically done, rough, unpolished drafts. …
It's Taurus season and I'm sorry I forgot to bake cardamom tea cakes and mimolette crisps to celebrate.