The pieces in this series are distilled from my Facebook status messages. Read more here. This installment includes status messages written during a bout of bronchitis and a trip to the emergency room for an adverse drug reaction.
Every day a desire.
The cardinal is a single drop of blood on the birch tree’s white arm.
A long day in a short life.
Don’t ask me what my problem is because you’ll be in for a long answer.
I woke up screaming these words in my head: “Why the FURNITURE am I awake right now!” Only the word furniture wasn’t really furniture. That’s just what my phone suggested I type instead of xxxx.
Another night’s sleep, another opportunity to further define these boob wrinkles.
Hey, when did I put on this turtleneck? Oh, that’s just my actual neck.
How am I? I’m wearing a broom skirt as a sundress. That’s how I am.
That’s it. If my underwear doesn’t fit right, I’m throwing it out. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I must be feeling a little better because my pissed off is back.
Every time I look at potatoes, I think “Taters gonna tate.”