Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week oof May 8, 2022
The Road, the Sea, heals all wounds. Unless you’re killed in a car accident or drown.
Grizzly
He lied there, the beast breathing slowly, and wondered what happened? Where was his wife? Did she do this to him? Why?
LEAVE THE SCOTUS ALONE!!!
ALL JUSTICE ALITO WANTS TO DO IS BE ABLE TO WALK PEACEABLY FROM HIS CAR TO HIS HOME WITHOUT PEOPLE SHOUTING “MURDERER” AT HIM.
I Believe… [The Road to Restoration]
I believe... that a roadtrip by yourself, arm out the window, stereo blasting heavy metal from the ‘80s, is better than all of the meditation available. Even when you the first speeding ticket you’ve had since 1989.
The Taste of Mourning
At first he couldn't find her. He knew she couldn't be far. He heard something like an animal and turned the corner. There she was, on all fours, loping through the parking lot like a dog or chimpanzee.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 1, 2022
While the two things are mutually exclusive, I can’t help find humor in my pregnant wife debating anti-abortionists on Facebook.
The Yeti Rings Twice
Yetis and Unicorns will never stay together long.
What You Don’t Know About The SCOTUS Plan to Abolish Roe v. Wade
Schools required to teach girls how to hold a baby and make a sandwich.
Til Death (or Dismemberment) Do Us Part
"Are you waking up, lover? I'm sorry about your tongue, Sweetie, but I had to take it. Can't have you talking to people about me, can I? I'm a little sad because even though you were always a blowhard, I'll miss our conversations about things. Hold on a sec. You won't feel this except for a little pressure but this thing is really loud."
I Believe... [Recently Abandoned Version]
I believe... that realizing you married your unrequited love is a real piece of mindfuckery.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 24, 2022
Mastering disappointment is the most important skill a person can have.
The Consequence of Bad Choices
"I'm you. From nine years in your future. I'm not entirely sure how I got here but I figured out exactly whyonce I saw that I was in Chicago on this day. I knew exactly where you'd be. I'm here, I think, to prevent devastation."
The Eye of the Beholder
"I guess I feel lonely. Or alone. I don't feel like we are on the same page as a married couple and I can't figure out why."
I Believe... [That Third Time Charm Stuff is Bullshit]
I believe... that it’s incredibly difficult to appreciate a wonderful meal if it ends with a pile of shit on a banquet plate. The final course determines the meal.
The Improbable Dangers of Candle Wax
He could hardly make himself say it. He sat on the couch—she was just sitting there laughing about a dumb YouTube and the sound of her hoarse giggles was like music—lit up a cigarette—she hated these things but I think I need them right now—and stared hard at her shoes on the floor.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 17, 2022
One day, Paul McCartney will be dead and that’s a fact I can’t wrap my head around.
The First Time
“Let’s just say, doing it for the first time on the soft sand with music playing, the sound of the waves in the background and the helping hand of wine and smokes, made for an evening I’ll never forget.”
The Alex Jones Go FU** Me Page
WE’RE THE ONLY LINE OF DEFENSE KEEPING THE DEMS FROM TOUCHING YOUR KIDS WHILE TALKING ABOUT SLAVERY AND MAKING THEM GAY.
No Steak Knives for Me
For myself, I've answered the question about separating the artist from the art.
I Believe... [#BookTok is an Oxymoron]
...that using social media to sell books is as pointless and unforgiving as selling bibles in a brothel.
Being an escort for me was like being a scrapbooker on Etsy for most other single moms trying to pick up some extra money. The only difference was that I could make a few thousand bucks for one hour of potential discomfort versus making a few hundred for several hours of suffering through handmade clip art. I’m a pretty open-minded person, but I cannot for one second believe that there is any joy in being hunched over a desk, cutting and pasting other people’s memories together. It seems so lonely and juvenile.