After posting about how I was a people, BandGeek asked me if that was my CursiveVerses post (before he read it, obvs). It wasn't, but that DID give me the idea for this post. Because who knows? Maybe... image via Whoa, this is weird. I mean, seriously, over-the-top, completely extra, weird. Starbucks is closed. Well,… Continue reading cursive verses: zombies are also a people!
It's not glamorous, you know. But it's a job. When I first heard about this whole DinerDrive program, I wondered - who is so lazy that they can't even manage to drive to a drive through to get food? Who actually needs someone to go pick up their food and have it brought to them?… Continue reading cursiveverses: the door not knocked upon
"Mom!" Cassie's voice echoed through the stairwell, accompanied by her slow steps as she negotiated the basement stairs. I hastily folded down the corner of the page I was reading and stuffed the book cover side down under my butt. It was the newest novel from my secretly favorite romance author, Samantha Beale. The cover… Continue reading CursiveVerses: lost and found
This is one of my favorite posts I did for LFB, a blogging group I was a part of back in my MySpaz blogging days. It's kind of sweet, kind of mildy-senior-sexy, and even makes me feel fuzzy inside. A little bit. Anyway, it's a fictional story about two high-school sweethearts that meet again at… Continue reading throwback thursdays (vol. 6): minnie the mouse
Meet Wilson. I won him in a raffle at my favorite karaoke bar. Since we met, he and I have been inseparable. See? Normally Wilson lives on my dashboard. He has asked for some double sided sticky tape so that he doesn't fly off quite so easily, especially when I go racing around tight corners… Continue reading wilson’s busy day
It's not that bad, my life. Not really. I mean, most days I get at least an hour or two chillin' out in my cradle, blissin' out to the charge, you know? Just kinda gettin' high on life, I guess you could say. I don't really get many days where I sit there all day,… Continue reading lfb: the good life
"What a beautiful morning," Bonnie said with a sigh as she seated herself at the table in the breakfast nook across from her husband. "Mmmhmm," His nose was buried in the newspaper, as usual, his coffee cup steaming at his elbow and a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray in front of him. Bonnie's gaze wandered… Continue reading lfb: morning melodrama
BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! A hand, finally fumbling from beneath a mound of blankets, groped around on the nightstand until it located the blaring alarm clock. Several tries later, the alarm clock was silenced, and the room regained its early-morning stillness. Forty minutes later, the silence was again… Continue reading lfb: blah
"Dani! Dani! Turn on the TV, you will never guess what's on!" Half asleep, Dani scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to make sense of what Becky was telling her. "Television? What? What time is it?" "I don't know, why does that matter? Hurry! Channel eleven!" Groping on… Continue reading lfb: broken record
LFB. There's Nothing Like It. This week: A fairy tale involving a witch and a talking cat. Include a jar of marmalade and a bottle of sake. The Previous Adventures of Mouse and Rockefeller "Mouthe! Mouthe!" "What, you stupid, mangy, flea-bitten mutt?" It was obvious that Mouse was not pleased with her erstwhile companion. She… Continue reading lfb: would thee like my bowthe?