I busted Markus this morning…here’s how it went down.
He called at his usual time to chat in the morning and asked me if I remembered today was his birthday…of course, I said I did, but then asked “how old are you today?” 190 more words
In which I employ a private — make that privates — detective, of sorts, to reveal the source of my issues.
Though I felt my current weight imbalance — like all previous episodes of blimpdom — had been conceived in that closed sexual chakra in childhood, I had never understood its exact genesis at a specific moment in time. 532 more words
You know how when you’re fishtailing on black ice, people’s advice is always to “steer into the skid”? That’s kind of what I’m doing right now. 148 more words