Author Archives: mygothlaundry

OCTOBER is now up on the July – December gallery page. I am breaking some land speed snail records here as well as noticing that in October I got real funky with the pictures and there’s more and more art … Continue reading →

September is done on the July – December gallery page! Whoo! I am only two and a half months behind now! Things are moving right along. September seems to have been a very social month for me: there are lots … Continue reading →

As I was driving home from work tonight, talking out loud to myself – well, talking to Batly, my car, because that is so less crazy than talking to myself – I saw a raccoon. It was a small raccoon … Continue reading →

Hi. Remember me? I used to have a blog. Well. I wish I could say that a whole lot has happened since my all too brief fall vacation – hell, I wish I could say that I was sold into … Continue reading →

Whooo hoo! Momentarily I will be boarding my trusty 16 year old green Saturn, Batly, and heading out to parts unknown, or, well, unknown to me, anyway: Ellijay, Georgia. I am going to meet my dear friend Elizabeth in a … Continue reading →

So I lost my shit on Twitter last night. Twitter is a bad place to lose one’s shit, in part because it’s where I usually go to say things like, wow, I sure lost my shit! And now that I … Continue reading →

I went to the doctor for my UTI, which turns out not to be a UTI after all but instead something that nobody knows what it is. Maybe kidney stones. Maybe, huh, who knows. My doctor checked all my lady … Continue reading →

I have a UTI, which is to say, a urinary tract infection. I am prone to them, as are many women, although in the States nobody ever talks about it and in fact everybody kind of acts like it’s some … Continue reading →

Somebody tweeted “This is the Summer of Watching Helplessly” and I, along with many others, retweeted it because it felt so damn true and then a few people picked it up from me and tweeted it on and, yeah, here … Continue reading →

Tonight at the bar the subject somehow came up – I think it was somewhere in between the possibility of quantum universes and who should keep the dog in any given breakup – of how, when I was 12 or … Continue reading →