The bait. It's been a long week for me (and as I write this it's only Tuesday night). There's a lot going on but I'm too tired to enjoy it or do many of the happenings justice. But I had to have a post. I just couldn't go to bed without a post. What's my … Continue reading why I’m writing this post…
Category: babble
at my feet…
I dislike being told that I'm going to hell. I really do. I find it distasteful and more than a little bit rude... but I've heard it more times than I care to recall and read it more times than I can count. If I weren't so very fond of myself I might start to … Continue reading at my feet…
snips snails and sausage tails
After a long day (more on that later this week) I find myself in my favorite place in the house.My bed.I'm laying in my bed in a tank top and my undies with the covers pulled up as high as I can get them. One cat is curled on my lap giving my computer dirty … Continue reading snips snails and sausage tails
back at it…
at 6:15 in the morning my little wobbling bobbling alarm clock did it's thing and woke me up. For it's trouble, I smacked it. It gave me a measly 4 minutes of slumber.Irritated beyond belief I smacked my clock again and rolled over settled my feet on the floor and stumbled over to the window. … Continue reading back at it…
get what you came for?
It's been a while since I gave you a glimpse into the insanity of other people's minds. My insanity you can take a gander at anytime you want to, really it's fine by me.Here are some searches that brought people to my blog, some are proper, mundane, common place... Some? I'll let you decide.camikaos - … Continue reading get what you came for?
in a breath…
In the space of one breath so much can happen. Breathe in.My house stills, night noises start. In her room, the child's eyes flutter to a close after so much resistance. One cat, displeased with the hierarchy in the house, pounces upon another as I stretch my legs and point my toes.In the other room … Continue reading in a breath…
paper spam
I hate junk mail, and yes I know that hate is a really strong word but I stand by my use of it. I hate junk mail with a big red hot passion. I hate junk mail so much, thinking about it makes me want to go have sex with my husband, or knock down … Continue reading paper spam
stoned
Once again I lay in the dentist's chair this morning, mouth uncomfortably held open, lips and cheek stuffed with cotton. I was wearing comfy jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with writing on it... I don't know what that writing says. What matters isn't the writing, it's the comfort. I put on my sunglasses, placed my … Continue reading stoned
a study in vanity…
since it's been a very long weekendand since I very recently got a new computer and have just recently gotten time to play with itand since my hairdresser does a great job shaping my eyebrowsand since there has been a real shortage of CamiKaos self love around these parts latelyand since I'm tiredI present to … Continue reading a study in vanity…
time is folding
A pocket of time seems to be collapsing in on me. Summer is eating my schedule for breakfast and leaving no leftovers.Do you ever feel like there are only 12 hours in any given day?I do.(that is so my way of saying I have no time for a real post today... I am tiling my … Continue reading time is folding
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