11/23/14
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Top 10 Uplifting Willie Thoughts

Mom was so sick this week that she went to the Everything Smells Like Sterile Tubing place.

She’s back, but catching up on work-stuff, so I’m going to take over today.

Behold: my top 10 uplifting thoughts, with guest words from a few of my pals.

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10. You worry too much about your appearance. I would love to lick your sweat and taste the inside of your mouth, no matter what the circumstances. If you are still worried, you can enhance your appearance by holding a tennis ball or plate of bacon.

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9. Dream big. When people ask you what you want to be when you grow up, tell them, “a dragon or Beyoncé. Whichever is more complicated to attain.”

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(Chubbs adds:) Fart proudly. Crop-dust the entire land and totally own up to it. It’s just butts. We all have ‘em. Continue reading

11/17/14
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Fugly Clothing I Have Worn

My long history of sartorial choices has me shocked I’ve ever had sex.

In middle school, I wore floral overalls everywhere. While those tumbled in the wash, I swapped in a sunflower crop top.

Next up were sweet-ass plaid bell-bottoms. What does one pair with such a garment? Everything — obviously.

Graduating up to high school meant evolving my style. Why walk in one’s pants when one can swim?

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The week of my 30th birthday, I dumped three huge garbage bags off at the Goodwill. Turns out I’m still unable to pick ‘em.

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11/13/14
MYDANCERS

My Cheering Squad: The Week In Media

I don’t know what would happen if Eeyore were to detox from meth, but please try to imagine that vibe.

Hold it in your head.

Okay.

That was me. Minus being a stuffed animal, on meth.

A foul, icky mood penetrated my pores today. It squiggled into my heart and rode the hemoglobin express to every capillary of my being.

I was angry about things that happened before. I dreaded things that were going to happen.

Then I thought:

I could keep this up, or I could put a lid on it. A figurative giant glass lid. Maybe even a bell jar.

I’m going to stopper everything that’s not today, because today is going fine.

I made today’s word “present.”

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What’s going on right now that I really dig? My Cheering Squad week in media, of course! Today: Big Hero 6, Gotham, and new books by Amy Poehler and Jim Gaffigan!

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11/12/14
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Twas Two Nights After The Night Before Halloween

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Twas the night after All Hallow’s eve
And the doll heads were hung in my house with care
Not a creature was stirring
Except for my difficult beagle-border collie mix, shedding everywhere

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All the spooks lined up outside
Skulls, spiders, skeletons! Oh my!

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One fish, two fish, three fish, reverse mermaid
Robo cop, Paul McCartney, and Tin Foil Hat Lady they played

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Other people were other stuff
Rhyming is hard

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Seriously
The structure of this post was something
I shouldn’t’ve even tried to undertake
Look how cute these children are
Will that distract you
So seriously guys, what should we be next year

11/9/14
Birds

Why I Love Birds

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I love birds because the best way for humans to fly is to chuck metal into the air. Man achieves lift brutishly.

I love birds because were once dinosaurs. Their weighty talons squelched prints into mud. They roared. When a meteor slapped the planet across the face, the lizard monsters hollowed their bones out and took to the air.

I love birds because Darwin studied them aboard a ship called the Beagle.

I love bird words. The edgy “beak” contrasts with the breathlessness “plumage.” Consider “grackle,” “starling,” “parakeet,” and “flamingo.” Their group names are enchanting: a charm of finches, an exaltation of larks, a watch of nightingales.

I love birds because I love The Birds.

I love lovebirds, with their crayon colors and their curmudgeonly dispositions. I enjoy the irony of lovebirds’ viciousness when facing curious children.

I remember tendrils of my blood escaping from my finger into the bathtub after my lovebird bit me. Years later, I put on gloves and transferred her corpse to the trash. Her body felt hollow, but it sunk immediately beneath tissues and table scraps.

I fear the lung cancer that bird dander and dung allegedly cause. My lungs already limp, without hastily multiplying off-brand DNA inside them.

I abhor the notion that birds’ pee and poop squelches out of them together, like acid jambalaya.

I am familiar with bird droppings, because they are on my car.

I know birds are aiming for it.

I am on to the bird conspiracy.

I was never good at French. I am particularly bad at caw and chirp; but I know what their cackles are about.

I post this because if you are reading this, the birds have gotten to me.

I love birds, I yelled, but they knew I did not.