omg why is the master potter crying again???

some thoughts on creativity plus a great summer read and thank god these sex and the city girls really get it

I’ve been poisoned. By a Wisconsin supper club.

It started out so cute. All, are you guys seeing this amazing patio? look at these flaming torches and life-sized suits of armor!!! and what about this inexplicably huge menu with thirty-seven salad dressings and ninety-three pies and so. much. meat??? this is so great! so quirky! so fun! And quickly morphed to me on the floor of a tiny rental house bathroom, simultaneously projectile vomiting and peeing my pants while my mother hovered because, oops! she’d like to poo now.¹

You’re thinking, wait, Adrienne, didn’t you just have the flu? And watch the entire Sex and the City catalog and compose a borderline psychotic diatribe against Aidan Shaw? Yes! I did! But who gives a shit because now I have food poisoning, and—wait for it—somehow it got so bad my kidneys went haywire and I started peeing blood!

I just have to ask you—IS THIS 43???????????????

Does a bitch just not bounce back anymore?

one of two IVs, no worries

Cut to me (once again) can…