Then you can kiss my pasty Canadian a$$ — The subtitle depends on what mood I’m in at any given moment. But let’s air on the side of caution, shall we? I’m the epitome of The Antichrist when I’m havin’ a day of inner- anarchy. …

I promise it’s not as gross as it sounds — In fact, you’re not actually putting Meat & Hair in your coffee; because, quite frankly, that would be vomit inducing, no? I first heard about this newsletter from Kristi Keller. Isn’t it great when people share?! Meat & Hair is written by Ash Ambirge who also wrote, The Middle Finger…

I never realized how much I’d miss your furry presence until you were gone. — Dear Sally, You can’t imagine just how much we miss you. You filled our hearts with your inky presence. I still find myself catching phantom glimpses of you from the corner of my eye. I wish I could hold you and feel your warmth again. …

If a herd of zombies came upon her crew? — “Cappy Sue Cappy Sue! Whatever shall we do?” Sarah Paris cried with trembling fear. “ Come here my dear, what could it be? Now you’ve worried me!” “There’s a herd of zombies coming near!” "Ryan Fan and a few of his fighting crew are at the…

With a side order of seething contempt and a dbl dbl to go — Psssst…. I’ve been conducting my own social experiment right here in the discomfort of my own kinda sorta home. Lately, over the last couple years or so, I’ve taken to “going on semi-strike”. For example; During certain times of the month or when I’ve been under the insidious cloud of…

If you like me, great. If not, I’m not too heartbroken — Are you ready for a bitch fest? Get your helmet on and fasten your seat belt, cuz hon, you’re asked for it. All hail, the Queen of Snark has arrived. Bow minions!! lol, just kidding. I don’t bow for anyone. Screw that, I’d never ask anyone else to. This post…

And I don’t know if all my pieces can be put together again. — The past couple of weeks were the worst weeks I’ve had in a long time. Oh wait, it hasn’t ended yet. Heartbreak comes in many forms, but this time it came in the shape of a ginger cat we call Carrie. I wanted to call her Cally, but my son…

Is there peace to be had? — What is this mayhem festering like a boil in my soul? A simmering rage is bubbling, yet can’t be put into words, without calling into question the motives of people around me. When despair and rage serenades, I Wish I were a fearless renegade. Flee this ship of broken dreams. The wasted years…