According to Trish

not worth reading since 2009

Category: Random Randomocity

  • Who has herpes? This girl!

      My friend texted me the other day: “Congrats on getting herpes!” So yeah. Yeppers. Apparently I have herpes. Not herpes herpes. As in down there.  I have herpes zoster. Otherwise known as shingles. Yes, you probably know it as thing thing old people get. And I’m 40, which is “young” to get this. Who’s…

  • Dying alone. That’s gotta suck.

    So dying alone. That’s gotta suck. That was my thought just now. It’s Sunday night. I’ve been drinking white wine spritzers alone since, like, 4. It’s been supah awesome. If it’s true that how we act when we’re totally alone is who we really are then I guess I’m a drunk, gluttonous pervert. Go me.…

  • Growing skin: A completely disgusting metaphor on healing your life

    I burnt the heck out of my knuckles the other week. I was making gravy at the time. I was happy with how it was coming out for a change. I finally learned my mom’s secret for making it nice and smooth, rather than having to chase flour balls around the pan and squish them…

  • It’s National Moody and Difficult Day

    Today I have decided to be moody and difficult. It’s a good day for it. I have a nasty eye infection. It’s gross. My eyes were spewing out all kinds of spoogey gunk all weekend. They burn. For the last three days, I haven’t been able to open my left eye when I wake up…

  • I’m tired of pretending I’m not special

    Allow me  to sound like a fussy, pretentious asshole for a moment, won’t you? I feel self-important and persnickety saying that I’m an artist. But I am a writer. Yes, writing is an art. I know this. I also know that I’m not writing the great American novel here on the old bloggity. But I’m sure…

  • Suckfest

    It’s 9:21. My house is a disaster. Most of my laundry is undone. That that is done is in piles in the basement. Because, you know, it’s helpful for all of us to have to run down there every time we need a pair o’ tushie huggers. Exercise and all that, right? Anyway, I’m tired. I…