Tuesday, January 12, 2016

My keyboard is sticky

There are far worse things than cancer, or even death.

A life spent merely existing rather living voraciously, for example.

That's what's been rattling around in my brain since yesterday seeing all the David Bowie posts.

David Bowie lived the shit out of his life.

My friend Charlie lives voraciously. I love that about her. The rest of you need to step your game up.

I am looking out my window at the clear sky, the blue sea and it looks gorgeous.

Winter has come all over the beach. And it is sticky.

I stepped onto my deck with my coffee and turned right the fuck back around because it is 37 fucking degrees! You had one job, Florida!

In case you are ever wondering, never eat honey on your toast while typing.

I have to go adult now.

Titty sprinkles.