Random Little Postcard Story

I’m terribly sorry that you are facing a 24 million bride shortage by 2020. I’m sorry that your one-child law backfired. I’m sorry that parents would rather have male children and, therefore, negate any attempts at baby-making that produce shorties with vaginas. I’m sorry that your young men are going to be forced to marry…

We are no longer in California. Nor have we arrived at our new home. We are in moving limbo. As you crave my pain, this is a story I can’t wait to share with you. This is a story so terrifying, you will hide behind your hands and bite your nails down to the nubs….

I swear to you, and to any God that you hold as truth, that I did not do this on purpose. I even left the toolbars at the top of the cropped photo to prove that it was just a glorious surprise. A couple of days ago, I was going through some pictures and I…

Some peoples recently got married in this neighborhood. Two of them, I assume, since society really likes its rules about marriage, and for some reason it makes sense to people to have two adults max in the majority of households, though sense says more people means more income, less work, and abundant lovin’. I know…

Preface So, I intended this post to be supplementary to my cherry blossom post, because it happened in DC and it was logical. Some stuff happened with the world, though, and I find it in poor taste to complain about something completely insignificant when there’s some immediate, important shiz going on. Of course, there’s always…