How to be BFFs

This blog is going to be all sickly sweet so I’m warning you now. That’s typical me. I never warn you when I’m talking about sex, or swearing my head off or inspiring a story of bloody murder, but if I’m about to get seriously heartfelt and mushy, you get a warning.

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My Favorite Legacy

There’s a store here that sells all sorts of second hand goods, from books to clothes, electronics and toys. I often go there when I’m in town because bargains can be amazing mood boosters, even though they do come with moral dilemmas often involving temporary joy and the need to eat precariously balanced on a scale with a fat sumo guy about to jump on one end of it. I can’t stop the fat sumo guy. He’s too big. I can direct his jump though. Today I chose the temporary joy/no food side when I saw my old buddy Raziel.

Writing Wednesday: All Be Acting Like Zombies At The Mall

Gerald was a zombie who liked to go shopping in town on Saturday mornings just like everybody else. Unlike everybody else, he didn’t feel the need to run the opposite way screaming when he came across another shopper. He did think this was rather rude behaviour. He thought it was so rude that it actually…