My Cardboard Balcony

Tropical Paradise by Belinda Roddie I have coconut on me and coconut in me. It's like I'm a palm tree both inside and out.

Jack Spuddington by Belinda Roddie  Move over, pumpkins: The Halloween potato is here to stay.

Wanted: More Platonic Intimacy by Belinda Roddie post-plague,  if I could just have more people to hug and cuddle and kiss atop the head and hold hands with and go on friend dates with and say, "I love you," all the time to and be the Matt Damon to my Ben Affleck or the Amy Poehler to my Tina Fey or the Dan Avidan to my Arin Hanson without people acting fucking  weird  about it or thinking I'ma cheat on my incredible spouse, that'd be lovely, thank you very much.

Good Ones, Too by Belinda Roddie  Hey, past self: You will make friends. Lots of them.

Dizzy by Belinda Roddie You spun me around, and I saw brand new colors.

Mantra by Belinda Roddie Your psychoses do not negate your positive qualities. Your neuroses do not negate your positive qualities. Your traumas do not negate your positive qualities. Your flaws do not negate your positive qualities. Your ruminations do not negate your positive qualities. Your positive qualities are too resilient for that nonsense. This week's Storyteller had no prompt. I just figured several lovelies needed to read this. Not that I'm some sage or something; I need to read this over and over, too.

Don't by Belinda Roddie Don't. You want to, but don't. Just don't. Don't. Don't.