My Cardboard Balcony

Nine Years by Belinda Roddie Almost a decade with you is not enough, mo chuisle.

by Belinda Roddie Oh, look at the time! I gotta get some pizza! Now, what should I get on it? Pepperoni, of course. Gotta get me some sweet pepperoni. And mushrooms. So I order it. And I eat it. And I guess the mushrooms got mixed up. This is some pubescent pizza boy's stash, yo. Because I trip, peoples. I trip  balls. I feel the room closing in and time seeming to go backwards. It's like I'm sucked into a void that holds me in a place, pulling a glob of pizza out of my mouth half-chew. Disney World's Space Mountain's got nothing on this, bro. The tunnel is deeper than this. Waaaaaaaay deeper. I am an accidental stoner in a fucking crazy world nightmare. And that's when I see what could have been. The flames. There are so many flames. I'm sitting on my couch, thinking about what I want to eat. I choose Thai food. I choose this. I weighed this heavily, apparently. I was thinking Thai was the answer. And then I see the flames. Everything is on fire. Who knew t...

I Can Dance If I Want To by Belinda Roddie Who says I'm too old for prom? My brother, actually.

I'm Belinda! Words, words, words! Special thanks to Kit for my introspection tonight. But in all seriousness, this was a really good week. We celebrated Binx's first Gotcha day anniversary and the ninth anniversary of when Arden and I met. I got a lot of writing done for my latest play. I edited the first season of my miniseries, Goza. We got a Switch. I wrapped up some heavy duty grading (still a lot to go). Only two weeks of school left for the year! Yeesh. It's been weird with the pandemic. Tomorrow, I am hosting an online prom for my friends. The next day, it's the ninth anniversary of Arden's and my first date and the sixth anniversary of when I proposed to her. We're gonna order sushi take-out and take it easy - no, we're not going out, just because some dine-in restrictions have been lifted. We're staying indoors because PLAGUE. So yeah! That's it. Laters. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Google Autofill by Belinda Roddie I think I'm in love I think I'm okay I can't sleep I can't breathe I can't stand in the rain I want it that way I want you I want to eat your pancreas But you won't see me you won't get what you want and you won't relent How about you? How about no? How about you in Spanish? Why don't we? Why don't you stay? Why don't you just die?! I wish you love I wish you were here I wish grandpas never died Some day we'll be together Some day we'll all be free And I guess some day we'll know Meet me in the middle Meet me in St. Louis Meet me halfway (which I guess is the middle?) Don't forget about me Don't forget about us And don't forget the lyrics!

Magic Missile by Belinda Roddie I cast a spell at the ogre. A sexy spell.

Extra Fluffy by Belinda Roddie Longer hair means the wifey has more fun tousling it.