I hate NYC Midnight!

Don’t panic, but I’m angry. Large Flatulent Marge, my irate alter ego, has taken temporary (I hope) possession of me. I can tell she’s here because my head is buzzing with hot air and I want to throttle some poor, unsuspecting citizen. (No one’s nearby, so… that’s good.) I didn’t make it to the finalsContinue reading “I hate NYC Midnight!”

Some sort of miracle.

I have no clue how to account for this. My life has devolved into some sort of hellish existence filled with drama and snark and pain. Surely my mother must be involved, right?  I was engaged in combat with some people, and I don’t even know what went wrong. I keep replaying it in myContinue reading “Some sort of miracle.”

The week from hell is upon us, and it’s only Wednesday?!

If this week was a ship that I could valiantly leap off of, it would be “woman overboard!!!” in two seconds. Okay, it hasn’t been that bad. Meg, have you lost your mind? Pollyanna herself would quit playing the glad game at this point.  To recap a few points, on Monday I spent five mindnumbingContinue reading “The week from hell is upon us, and it’s only Wednesday?!”

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