And Then We Went For Pancakes

I don’t know what to make of today, there is an overwhelming sense of relief and finality, I’m not sure if it goes well with the scent of my Christmas tree… Relief as though the million little fractured pieces of the life I’ve spent a year balancing ever so delicately so they didn’t come crashing … Continue reading And Then We Went For Pancakes

Kleo Drinks Again… take #.. fuck it, I lost count.

The cycle.  That’s what the therapist says, cycle with a meek little smirk.  I supposes he’s the one with the Masters and I, well, not so much.  Could there be truth to that? Probably.  All you need to do is put enough quarters in the crap ass washing machines at the laundromat and they’ll keep … Continue reading Kleo Drinks Again… take #.. fuck it, I lost count.