I started Crossfit this week. No one told me there would be running involved. I just thought I'd throw a tire around. I am not a fast runner. I am slower than your grandma's 1984 Buick with four flats. In high school I ran cross country. No matter how slow I was there was always … Continue reading Throwback Thursday
In honor of my birthday last week, this is me on my 18th birthday at the giant party my parents threw (with a DJ). The nose ring is fake, but the Meg Ryan "City of Angels" perm is real. Not shown: leather pants from Goodwill that took two of my friends to zip me into.
Brian's Portrait (c. 1998) If I had to paint your face My fingertips would be the brushes I'd start with your jawline with four-o-clock shadow And move to the arc of your smile Trace soft lips stretching upward I would not forget your dimples Your strong nose That has been broken countless times Or your … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday