Once again I had to explain to the S.O. why I was cackling like a hyena and got a Very Blank Look.

4. Extend love
I’ll tell you what I tell all those e-mailers with terrible spelling: it’s fine just the way it is.

Okay, Gil, now you’ve gone and done it. You have filled me with an abiding love for all humankind. Just based on one compound sentence. What a dirty trick.

Yeah, well, fuck all that mush-brained “Drawing Down the Moon” bullshit.

I’ve been “following my bliss” for 35 years, and the gawddamned dishes still won’t wash themselves.

Strange, yes, the dishes won’t wash themselves. But if you just let go of them, they go back to the earth. Clay becomes clay.

Unless you have melamine. It’s scary-durable.

I let my dishes go, routinely, often for weeks.

But they always come back to me, which I guess means they really were mine all along.

ah, the guide to living long by the bohemian bourgeois..only if I had the time and money that she did…life would indeed be simple and full of miracles….

I let my dishes go, routinely, often for weeks.

But they always come back to me, which I guess means they really were mine all along.

Coming from anyone else this would be amusing, but since it’s you, I can’t help but find it utterly plausible. From now on I’ll always picture your environs as a cramped, earth-tonier version of Pee-wee’s Playhouse.

scooter: I was in no shape to comment at the time, but lemme tell ya, that was a hell of a thing to come home ‘faced to.

Polly & htp, thanks for the comps, and for helping me find my niche. “Pointless derision” is a niche, right?

the guide to living long by the bohemian bourgeois

Forgot to add: I know, right? I can’t help but picture a single mother working a double-shift at Bennigan’s taking one look at HuffPost Living and thinking oh, self-actualize this, you dingbats.