Category Archives: Personality

What were the odds? My parents had to meet and marry, and have intercourse one night, enjoy a healthy pregnancy, and greet me bearing borne and brimming with delight. Although they erred, they let no one kid-glove me. Abrupt and … Continue reading →

I used the toilet paper I preferred until I couldn’t find it anywhere, when panic/hoarding mounted to absurd degrees, amid coronavirus scare. I bought what roles I found among the rare, more quilted than I like and with more ply. … Continue reading →

I talked my theories over and again, reiterating like somebody’s dad. It never mattered how I lit, or when – I talked my theories over and again, with movement of my tongue and teeth or pen. Attempts at self-suppression made … Continue reading →