February is for sitting on your fucking couch February is for a final attempt at hibernation February is for telling the outside world to go fuck itself, come back in the spring February is for dreaming February is for plotting through the pain February is for climbing through the darkest tunnel seeking that tiny pinprick […]
Blurry but out there.
I have a problem remembering things accurately. Song lyrics, movie quotes, children’s rhymes, my name. You name it, I’ve fucked it up. It drives my husband b-a-n-a-n-a-s. But as Rick the Hormone Monster would say, “What you gonna do?” Example: I was convinced that the phrase was “Never lick a gift horse in the mouth.” […]