Dark thoughts today. My son played with the little sons of a murderer at the gym’s childwatch. Weird fact to know about strangers. I grew up with a murderer too. My godfather’s son who murdered his parents - my dad’s bf of almost 50 years - a few years ago.

I have moved six houses with this weird old crumpled paper bag simply because it has my (dead) mom’s handwriting on it.

It may be time for the mom chop

the baby robin we rescued, named Cardinal by the 2yo

can I wait 14 days for a haircut or will I razor my own bangs challenge

you can pry the Dr McDougall’s soup cups from my cold dead ex-vegan hands

What do you mean you don’t go to the gym wearing a baggy band tee with your husband’s giant face on it ?

wearing a zit sticker to the drive-in as is my god given right

summer nights

hardcore dad strikes again

Once at the Hollywood Bowl I sang backup gibberish cuz Belle & Sebastian printed my lyrics in red ink which disappeared under their red lights. Can you imagine.

driving in my car to this #mlbuch jam m.youtube.com/watch?v=30exWw…

There will always be teenage goths at the zoo, bless

7th grade: meticulous double cassette dub of Mellon Collie gifted by future Westpoint grad

singing "mean mom" to the tune of this after revoking a priviledge eeeeeep youtube.com/watch?v=PtzhvJ…

in the throes of extreme nostalgia, 1994