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If You Give a Boy A Fuse
On losing a car fuse in Target
Dear Automatic Toilet
I just wanted to let you know I wasn’t done when you decided to prematurely flush and send your toilet water spraying all over my unmentionables. I was just bending forward to grab the toilet paper from the guts of the dispenser. Not to make light of the situation, but I’m pretty sure what you…
In the Beginning
There was LiveJournal, and it was bad. If you didn’t have a LiveJournal, you were probably well-adjusted and didn’t suffer through “I can’t see through my bangs,” too much eyeliner, clumpy mascara, and/or none of your blacks matched because they all fade at different rates stages of adolescence. You. Lucky. Bastard. I never really got…
Oh, hey there!
I’m SolDee. No, that’s not my real name, but we don’t know each other like that…yet.
I’m not quite right,
but I’m trying to make the best of it.
I have some kids; college educated but I prefer to slum it waiting tables; into all things witchy, woo, and hocum.
If you’re looking for a laugh, I’m here for you.
Sol, why did you start this damn thing? Well, let me tell you!
Check out the tabs if you’re looking for something specific. Shoot me an email or DM on any platform if you want me to post about something specific.
I’m here to make you smile!
Oh, you made it to the bottom.
I’m super flattered.
I’m probably too old to be starting a blog. I don’t have nearly enough of my life together as I should. You’ll never feel bad about yourself after reading my posts.