Pieces |
I’ll give you pieces. That’s all I seem to give myself anyway, fighting the urge to count words.They strapped on their pointy, celebratory hats and gently poked for my attention. Nobody se...
Posted by Cheeseball on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 10:30:00 PST |
CHEESE |
In less than a month I will be in a cheese coma. Red leicester, mozzarella, brie, real cheddar, edam, gruyere, gouda....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Lactose overload.
$1.50 mozzarella! Can I get a hell yeah?...
Posted by Cheeseball on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 12:23:00 PST |
April |
I'd give up many things to have it be April right now. I'd give up cheese. I'd give up booze (though I'd probably substitute it with another delightful evil). I'd give up puppies. Shit. I'd even give ...
Posted by Cheeseball on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 08:47:00 PST |
Should |
After enough bottles of beer last night I thought I had it in me to try again, to send a text skipping across the particles, bouncing off wherever it goes and landing in your phone. It was to be simpl...
Posted by Cheeseball on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 09:32:00 PST |
Summary |
Ahh this lovely concoction went out with my Christmas cards. (Yes, I say "kickass" to my 90-year-old grandma.) In the event that you'd like to know what I did this year, well here you go. Just pretend...
Posted by Cheeseball on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:57:00 PST |
Grits |
So indeed the cute play on words says I am a "girl raised in the South." There's a catch, I suppose, if you're a girl raised in the South by Yankees.To the best of my recollection, I made it 23 years ...
Posted by Cheeseball on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 09:52:00 PST |
Marshall |
I suppose that's one for the "goal adjusted" file. And if he's right, I'll find the comfort sooner or later. Because either way, I'll be sleeping under foreign skies.
Posted by Cheeseball on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 09:41:00 PST |
Mother knows best |
When your parents move to woods with poor cell phone reception, they evolve. Thus a conversation in text format is born: -Hi riss this is a test yomama*Woo. I got it. Good job.-(Thnx) Thx*You can stil...
Posted by Cheeseball on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:15:00 PST |
Flush |
What must this look like through her eyes--the rapid emptying of an establishment that's been her territory for more than nine years? For all the comforts of home I appreciate, so does she: plopping h...
Posted by Cheeseball on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:45:00 PST |
Riddance |
How fitting they would rid themselves of the trash can first.(On Mother's Day, no less.)
Posted by Cheeseball on Wed, 16 May 2007 08:41:00 PST |
