maggie on the couch
Maggie relaxed.

hubbage
Boyface.

Last night I agreed to have sex with him if I could trim his nose hair first.

“That’s fucked up!” he shouted after me as I raced to the bathroom for the scissors.

“It’s awesome!” I corrected him.

cubbage
Bear Cubs.

Yesterday I spent all day, and I mean ALL day, working on re-typing the book I wrote when I was 13. I’m about 45 pages into it now. The Boy kept coming into the office and informing me, “It’s been 5 hours!” then “It’s been 6 hours!”, feeling my horribly tight neck muscles and telling me that I was screwing my body up by sitting at the computer for so long.

“So what?” I said. “Usually I’m hunched over a canvas all day long, what’s the difference?”

Still not exactly sure what the difference is, but today my lower back is killing meeeee. I don’t know how those hardcore computer nerds do it. Maybe they just suffer back pain all the time.

Last night I Googled “zits after going off birth control” and SHAZZAM there they were, dozens of women bitching about their skin exploding with zits after going off birth control. So now I know why I am suffering. Now I just need to figure how to fix it.

Ugh God, the Boy is watching “Shakespeare in Love”, WHY, WHY, NO NO NO.