I'm A Bad Executioner
So it’s my first Thanksgiving without mom. Which isn’t as big a deal as it sounds, because we never did holidays in the traditional way. She had some kind of giant bird hangup and never cooked much anyway, but especially never birds. She was always more of a cheeseburger kinda lady. The few Thanksgivings I can remember with dad and his 2nd wife were forced and full of bizarre East...
I just hearted that so hard I used up my entire supply. Yep, I’m completely heartless now. WHAT.
The Gmail (1) plus the Tumblr (1) plus the Twitter...
an inability to maintain concentration for even a fraction of a second. Times 3, or is that (3)? I also have a tendency to glance up, see the ( ) there and freak out: (17) new emails? but how? only to realize I’m looking at the wrong tab. Yep, I’m a blowtorch of scorching focus.