Economy

words they come in spurts and spurtles dribbling a gaseous odor attempting to cajole and cater and cavort with a world outside the bubble an economy imposed by grief

The Older I Get

The older I get the far less tolerance I find I have for many things in this world. Actually, that's not quite true. Things are okay. Things don't bother me. People bother me. People with attitudes bother me. People who can't drive bother me. People who are rude bother me. Narcissistic people bother me most … Continue reading The Older I Get