So, my roommate is moving out. I’m super sad about that, but mostly freaking out about finding a new roommate. I have put an ad in the paper locally and plastered the neighborhood with flyers and such. I’ve even got a little sign on my mailbox for the people that drive through the area. I’m […]
Neruda’s 11th Sonnet is quite possibly one of my most favorite of his pieces. See for yourself: I am hungry for your mouth, your voice, your skin I wander in streets without food, quiet Bread does not sustain me, dawn disquiets me All day I search for the liquid sounds of your feet
So here’s the run down to the birthday weekend, condensed for your pleasure: Friends + Booze + Dancing + Billiards + Porch Sitting + Cute Waiter Who Bought Me A Shot Of Tequila = BLISS. Seriously. I am so glad Christine came into town this weekend. I bet Krims is, too — they hit it […]
I remember the summer that I was baptized. It was the summer of 1997, right before my sophomore year. My family had moved from the only home that I had ever really known into a new neighborhood, one littered with members from our church. We needed a bigger house anyway as my grandparents were moving […]
Yesterday was kind of lovely in the most effortless and easy kind of way. I got up late, thankfully jostled awake by a bill collector calling. If they hadn’t called at 8:15am, I’m certain I would have been way late for work. But I made it to the biznasty and all was well in my […]
I mean, obviously not the WHOLE month because of Thanksgiving. God damn pilgrims always on my jock. Seriously though, the celebration of my birth will be happening THIS weekend even though the actual birthday was last week. So yea… Two and a half weeks to celebrate, that seems about right for twenty eight years.
Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I took the boy to school and got right the fuck back in bed. Wednesday is my day off, at least until my part time job starts. My behavior yesterday is pretty typical, historically. But the last two weeks, I’ve been skittering off to the Hot Single Dad’s for naked […]
These are a collection of recent Facebook updates… And the full story behind them.
I suppose I should make this a running post. If I was less of a rebel, I’d use post tags, but fuck it. I can’t keep up with that shit.
Lyrics | The Breeders – Cannonball lyrics God damn it. I miss the music of the 90s.