Don’t know who searched my blog a few days ago*, but it’s Frazey Ford <3 and maybe this is what you were looking for? *I do adore you, occasional visitor, too polite to email, poking around for some old thing in a bygone post.
Due to A Series of Uninteresting Events, I’ve been jogging predawn since school started. At first, a weirdly intimidating experience: the shadowy silence, the inverse world quality, the recovered memory/realization I hadn’t stealthed around a sleeping neighborhood since sneaking out during high school. After a lifetime of being taught to
The universal truth of blogging is that nothing interesting will happen for wayyyyyy toooo lonnnnnng, and then too many interesting things will happen to easily fit into one post. So saddle up, internet, and away we go. I saw my dad’s ghost at a concert last Wednesday evening. MITIGATING
Life is generally better lately. At least in the sense I am getting out of bed more easily these days, not in the sense that America isn’t on fire and 2020 can’t come fast enough. But I’m here for the small things, if only to sustain me for raging against
Last night, as I took my birth control pill, I noticed something was off. I’d taken Monday’s pill. It was Sunday night. A moment’s sleuthing revealed I’d either taken two pills some previous evening and only last night realized the mistake. Or possibly, forgotten to take birth control for a