11/24/21
Edwardian
A rare Edwardian platinum filigree necklace with a seed pearls, mine cut diamonds, and faceted glass pendant.
2014
She was beginning to enjoy the world.
Still somewhat bald from the puppy mill. Such a brave dog.
Still somewhat bald from the puppy mill. Such a brave dog.
11/23/21
2011
So I'm having lunch with this man I've been hanging with and I notice we're both dressed in black.
I say: Hey, the mortuary called and they want their suit back. Showing out my wit, right?
He scowls at me and says: Hey, the CONVENT CALLED AND THEY WANT THEIR VIRGIN BACK.
As I blushed the server (a friend of his) looks at me and says: So, what's it going to be?
I say: Hey, the mortuary called and they want their suit back. Showing out my wit, right?
He scowls at me and says: Hey, the CONVENT CALLED AND THEY WANT THEIR VIRGIN BACK.
As I blushed the server (a friend of his) looks at me and says: So, what's it going to be?
10 years later, I don't recall who that was.
11/22/21
Your Daily Golden Moment
Guess who broke into a bag of bells when I was at dinner? Observe the denial.
11/19/21
11/16/21
Hahahaha
2012.
I had just slid into my black trench coat.
Pist: Heading out to shoot up a high school?
I had just slid into my black trench coat.
Pist: Heading out to shoot up a high school?
11/15/21
My Familiar
When the crows lifts a wing I can hear the distinct rustling of each feather. There's a whisk, brush, crispness to the sound, oddly weighted even though the crow is perhaps 15 ounces.
I had gathered acorns yesterday and placed them on the mantle as a gift.
This morning he scattered them, seemingly oblivious, doing one of his double hops.
A few moments ago he smartly snapped his wing for attention.
Yes, I asked.
Say, he said, I've an idea, let's go bowling today.
I can't. Bellie is going to the groomer and I'll be working.
His wings droop with hurt.
I flick one of the acorns beneath his feet as he hops and he laughs merrily.
Do it again, he shouts, Again! Again!
I roll another acorn towards his feet.
This is how we bowl.
I had gathered acorns yesterday and placed them on the mantle as a gift.
This morning he scattered them, seemingly oblivious, doing one of his double hops.
A few moments ago he smartly snapped his wing for attention.
Yes, I asked.
Say, he said, I've an idea, let's go bowling today.
I can't. Bellie is going to the groomer and I'll be working.
His wings droop with hurt.
I flick one of the acorns beneath his feet as he hops and he laughs merrily.
Do it again, he shouts, Again! Again!
I roll another acorn towards his feet.
This is how we bowl.
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