My Cardboard Balcony

Folks, I'm tired. We'll talk later, okay? Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

First World Sartre by Belinda Roddie I want an existential crisis. Why can't I have one?

I Missed Thursday Night Pizza by Belinda Roddie I missed Thursday night pizza because I felt terribly ill after eating shrimp that just wasn't cooked properly. A sigh escaped me every minute that I dreamt of a triangular delicacy, laden with processed dairy, topped with meat for me to devour, content as can be. Instead, I lay in bed, shivering, feet buried in socks and blankets, as my friends all had their fun consuming, tearing through stuffed crust. This is the way the sweet world ends, I thought to myself. Not with a bang, you fool, but with an empty, heaving stomach. Just have to get over this small hummock.

Stiiiiiiillllll a blank screen!

Glen Gemstone by Belinda Roddie Your heart is as hard as an unaffordable diamond, even though realistically, a diamond is worth next to nothing. Am I saying your heart is worthless? No, but perhaps it's not worth causing an argument over nothing. Or bickering about differences of opinion over a red blend. Or tricking the coyote's brain to think it's more mischievous than anyone ought to give it credit for. After all, the coyote was uber flatulent after eating wad after wad of bright, green, fertile plain grass.

Still just a blank screen! Oh, well!