*Disclaimer: This post is a contradiction in itself. I get that. “If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your […]
Dear Gigantic Booger On The O Of My Keyboard, Today started off just like every other; coercing kids who would rather play Minecraft into getting ready for school, swallowing the peculiar […]
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Dear Lean Cuisine Fiesta Grilled Chicken “Entrée”, Your redesigned, sexy, mod-looking box caught my eye recently as I was perusing the frozen foods aisle. I…
My blog has been nagging the living the shit out of me for a while now. I can barely go two months without moving furniture around, yet my blog has […]
Dear 1986 Party Sweater, I was just fifteen years old when I first laid eyes on you. Hanging there on the rack at Finkelstein’s, your thick, creme colored cable knit […]
Close your eyes and imagine a very comfortable living room. All of the chairs are soft and oversized, draped with gentle chenille blankets, and an array of well-worn and mismatched […]
I know I am a good person. I know that I never wish to harm anyone. I also know that some of the stupid, immature and thoughtless comments that […]
My name is Tracy Fulks, but I was born Tracy Records. I am a Mom. I love strong coffee and have the unfortunate penchant for Marlboro lights. I am learning […]
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