Yrs Truly, Bresus

Laura Bow, you’ll never be a renowned journalist and detective if you keep sucking muck. 

Merlin knows exactly what I want to hear when I do a good job!

Somedays, I am the flexible and talented Sword Master who brings an end to many a gutter crawling cur. Other days, I am the weakling pirate wanna-be novice waving around my sword like a feather duster.

I don’t mind being forgotten. Sometimes it is better that way. But “pulpy”?!? That sounds icky. 

I miss my Grandpa. He really did smell unique. 

I wasn’t ever a ‘horse girl’ while growing up, but a pixelated horse? Yes please!

Yrs truly, Bresus

ps. I’ll try not to take two years off between posts. 

It sort of feels like the GOP is full of Tentacles. 

Everything requires a password and I cannot remember all of mine. Maybe I should tap into the part of my brain which once stored phone numbers I knew by heart. 

Calculus is over. I did it. I passed. I can finally move on. But first, a celebration of my math skills being slightly better than mediocre FUCKING BAD ASS!!!

Is mummification still an option for my final resting status? 

I get into trouble in the strangest ways. 

Sometimes you have to do stupid stuff for people who think it isn’t stupid stuff. Guess I better get going. 

I keep opening my text for grad school and then closing it. I can’t get anything done if I am scared of even looking! Aaaaargh! 

Before bed, I like to psyche myself up about tomorrow. It's gonna be a great day!

If only crying could solve all my problems. 

Well, well, well......what do we have here? 

I sometimes do this game with my math students. They inevitably think you’ve got to add or subtract something.......MWAHAHAHAHAHA!