The creepy-calm Google Maps voice gets me only so far. From there, it's a case of Driving Ms Crazy. I have DDPD (Duel Driver Personality Disorder). I'm a good driver (Ms Sane) stuck in a bad navigator's body (Ms Crazy). A treacherous, cruel joke. It means I look good going (smooth gear and lane changes)… Continue reading Driving Ms Crazy
Are you dynamite? Sent to blow us up, blow us to bits? We've solidified, settled into our life like an immovable, stubborn mound of rocks, and you come along with your short fuse and explosive intentions and destroy our stale stability and structure. Bless you, because you signed up for the shittiest job, and you'll… Continue reading Dynamite People Ow!
Faffing around with words and graphics lights me up. I twinkle-twinkle like a little star and stop wondering how you are. Or how I am. Or how anything is. The sun sets, the house darkens. Curtains are not closed (in my opinion, this is the only unnerving consequence of my intense absorption - I don't… Continue reading Faffing Around