Shana Genever 2009

Goodbye, Shana

I have had so many nights where I want to just run away for a little while. Get in my car and drive, and call my husband from a pay phone somewhere upcountry. But these fantasies, no matter how rooted in really feelings of entrapment are merely just that; fantasies.

Liar Liar (Pretty sure he’s on fire)

In order to remain respectful, I will not reveal this person’s name. From here on out I will only refer to him as ‘Naaier’.  

[BLOG] Touched by an A Hole

With conviction, I announced earlier this year that I would also no longer swear, and that I would only use my mouth for good. I guess whether the latter is true is a tale for my husband to tell. As for swearing, my attempt was the equivalent of a proper Christmas trifle… a fruitless endevour.