I thought it might be less mysterious this way. There's always a pretty stupid sentence too.

We're going to give the stuffed fat otter doll a bath tonight because he's needed one for weeks and we can't leave him under the bed in the dark and dust. I've been sober for about six months and if I concentrate really hard I can ignore the dark things and focus on the well-being of our stuffed animals and my idea to adopt fifteen puppies and ( Read more... )

I shouldn't be irritated by a tea kettle, but it's always irritated me and rarely ever brought me joy or clarity. I'm singing songs about schipperkes because no one is around and schipperkes always bring me joy and clarity.

I like schipperkes best. I'd like to have a farm and a truck and a place to surf nearby and some nieces and nephews to be a cool uncle to.

I sent payment for Knicks tickets hidden in a condolences card. I have to take apart the crate I built because I lost track of the orientation because I was imagining a giant copper and plexi-glass box ripping off the wall.

I have to go back out there. I used a framed Ed Rucha work on paper to shield myself from the sting of sleet last time.

Television hates me tonight. I keep dropping books under the bed.

All crabs walk sideways and some of their hands are larger on one side. We thought if you stuck a lobster tail on to the end of a crab it would be a delicious turducken of the sea, but you'd need another animal.

The stuffed fat otter doll really needs a bath. The gate is open and the sheep and goats are out there with the wolves and horses or some other crap analogy that will never be quite right.

Everything happens earlier in Texas. Texas renewed my sense of suburban space.