She begins quietly, her mumbling sounds gradually forming themselves into recognizable words. The speech patterns are hard to discern, but I think I can make out a little. She’s going on about how “he needs to leave her alone.” I pause, not sure if “her” refers to herself, another person or an entirely fictitious personality. Maybe she’s just saying random words and they’ve incidentally strung together to sound like an appeal.
She is fucking crazy after all. … More Crazy Laundry Lady
Over the years I’ve learned to control my anger. I’d like to say it’s a fully subdued part of me, but I’m not that naïve. What control I have has come largely through the fear of lawsuits. … More Cray Cray
In other places at other times this would have been an awkward, unconventional arrangement. But in the urban reality of making character allowances for neighborhood personalities, no one looked at them askance as he paraded them around. … More Evil Snake Lady
And when the Timmys of the world are not blowing lines right under Mommy’s nose, they’re kvetching about how misunderstood and unappreciated they are. After all, it’s not their fault they can’t cope with the unabated pressures in their lives.
Black Ops III is fucking hard. … More Drugz Be Bad
We can blindly fulfill expectations and fall into the role of the predictably contrived. Or we can stop, reassess, and wonder where our personalities end and their desires begin. … More The Sparkly Mask, Please
Memory retains visages of an indifferent husband absorbing the hysterics of a spurned wife. Infidelity fueled the vitriol, the burden of six children compounding existing rage. Anger and apathy coexisting under one roof. … More Trash Menagerie