my cats wet nose presses softly through the window screen while she stares at the apartment building behind us; it’s a pale yellow color marked with dents and chips at the corners.
she’s been chasing that sliver of sun all day and now it slowly marches toward the…
“he left me on read.” this combination of words didn’t make sense 10 years ago, think about that. as an English major and writer, the sheer grammatical mess and confusion of “he left me on read” makes me feel like a clueless and cranky thousand year old woman.
a margarita is a simple drink. it’s been complicated by many people and places over the years, but you only really need tequila, lime juice, agave, and ice. that’s it. but, naturally, life isn’t always the easy, is it? i just drank one right now. it’s the fifth day of may.