Very 2020, it's a look.
Jessica was happy with her homemade haircut. Even if it looked a bit ... ummm ... uneven, it had been given with love.
by Monkey's Dad May 28, 2020
She had been enthralled with Facetime, Zoom, texts and emails, yet now was overwhelmed with deprestidigitation, yearning for a touch, a smile, eye-contact, the unfiltered sound of a loving voice.
by Monkey's Dad April 02, 2020
A book about the author's own life, which very slightly embellishes the truth, as far and as often as possible.
Deciding that her mother was the renegade Ninth Duchess of Waterford, her father a famous and notoriously dissolute rock star, her conception occurring at midnight on the Concord as all around them were asleep, she began her projected ten-volume sortabiography.
by Monkey's Dad February 28, 2020
His air of grindiosity was betrayed by his three-day work schedule, four month paid summer vacation and that ski chalet in Vail he thought no one knew about.
by Monkey's Dad February 25, 2020
After being "liberated" by its governor, Georgia reported nearly 1,000 new Covid-19 cases in the past 24 hours.
Thinking not of its reopened tattoo parlors, bowling alleys and nail salons, but of all those who would inevitably sicken and suffer, kept Georgia on my mind this morning.
by Monkey's Dad May 01, 2020
Their New York-L.A. thing had felt dynamic, sharing best-of-both with alternating weeks. After months of facetime but no actual faces, and no actual bodies, they were in a long distance relationslump.
by Monkey's Dad April 17, 2020
A family so potentially explosive that no one dares breathe, knowing that a single-word detonation could destroy everyone in its blast radius
They sat at the dinner table, a nuclear family, Mom, Billy and Sue careful to not make eye contact, no one making any move that could detonate their father's explosive rage. Hiroshima would look like a day in the park, in contrast to the inevitable wreckage.
by Monkey's Dad October 07, 2021