My Cardboard Balcony

This introspection is late on account of the fact that I am actually factually in the process of moving into my first house. I am fairly behind on other blog posts as well as a result. Please stand by. Love y'all.

Hi, Haiku It's not enough to apologize for your slights - time to make a change.

Gobble Gobble by Belinda Roddie My lunch today was a chocolate turkey. Because why not.

Some Christmas Carols by Belinda Roddie Some Christmas carols I freely despise, I will admit, and openly as well. For instance, Elvis's "Blue Christmas" fries my brain and deserves to be shipped to Hell. Meanwhile, "Baby, It's Cold Outside," is so controversial, but really, it just sucks, regardless of the discourse. And you know that "Wonderful Christmastime" blows. No fucks to be given for that opinion. Now, many carols I love - "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" is gorgeous, and just how can you forgot "The Christmas Song" and some good old Vince Guaraldi? Just know I'll scoff at bad holiday tunes and shut them off.

Festive by Belinda One day, I shall buy a Christmas-themed suit. Watch me.

A Hum by Belinda Roddie I heard a voice emerge from an automobile that did not belong to its driver.  The windows were tinted, so I could not gaze upon silhouettes. Yet the voice was loud enough to be heard from across the street. Like a murmuring siren emerging out of nowhere. Who could be speaking so loudly, yet so calmly, at this time of night? And how damn high were this dude's car speakers, if they were turned on at all? I hear a laugh. It's genuine, carefree. The night has gotten colder despite the voice's warmth.

Simple Task by Belinda Roddie Don't deadname. Deadnaming sucks. Don't be a jerk. Be cool.