Frustrated

I peel myself out of my leggings and pull on a pair of peach-colored panties. Disappointment hovers like a sour note over me as I trek to the kitchen for a Corona. I’m not planning on drowning my sorrows in alcohol, but I’ve needed a beer since Sunday evening and this is the only way …

Much

The day didn’t have the best start (I’ve been bummed all day and I’m at work on top of that). It takes little to bring me down and too much thinking is in effect here. I’m excellent at talking myself out of something. Clothes, conversations, relationships… My ardor has cooled. Or maybe my frustrations – …