Every day a desire.

The cardinal is a single drop of blood on the birch tree’s white arm.

A long day in a short life.

Don’t ask me what my problem is because you’ll be in for a long answer.

I woke up screaming these words in my head: “Why the FURNITURE am I awake right now!” Only the word furniture wasn’t really furniture. That’s just what my phone suggested I type instead of xxxx.

Another night’s sleep, another opportunity to further define these boob wrinkles.

Hey, when did I put on this turtleneck? Oh, that’s just my actual neck.

How am I? I’m wearing a broom skirt as a sundress. That’s how I am.

That’s it. If my underwear doesn’t fit right, I’m throwing it out. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I must be feeling a little better because my pissed off is back.

Every time I look at potatoes, I think “Taters gonna state.”

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Facebook posts from January 18–January 30, 2015.