it's a convoluted mess
November 18, 2007… The plan had been to meet for lunch on Sunday afternoon, though we both knew neither one of us would be the least bit hungry. Two introverts meeting face to face for the first time generally results in a lot of nerves. Appetites would be nonexistent. Meeting was the important part. Food was an afterthought. It had been three weeks of countless, long-winded emails and night after night of four-hour phone conversations… Keep reading…Chemistry Experiment…
Six more months…I have to keep reminding myself of that. Six more months until our lease is up. Six more months until Bob and I move into our own place. Six more months until we are out of the [in]direct line of fucking D!R!A!M!A! from an obnoxious, defiant teenager insistent on skipping school (or trying to) at least once a week by faking sick for one bullshit reason or another. Six more months.
Sleep? What’s this sleep you speak of? My ears feel weird. We stopped into Kay for my six-month ring cleaning and added my earrings into the mix to get them onto the same schedule. I also had them take a look at one earring in particular because it doesn’t latch as tight as the others. It gets knocked loose far too easily and I’m terrified I’m going to lose it somewhere. They had to send… Keep reading…Blinky…
This has become my every night. No matter what time I get up in the morning, I’m wide awake all night long. I crawl into bed with only a couple of hours until Bob’s alarm goes off for work. Something is not right. I don’t know what it is. — Something’s Wrong Tommy Stinson
My head is in a weird place I can’t quite explain. The gears are grinding on a few things I need to write about, I’m just not sure how to approach them. I’m worried I won’t be able to do them justice. That they’ll just come out sounding like drunken, haphazard, irate howler monkey rantings. But for the sake of my own sanity, they are things I need to write. So I’ll give them my… Keep reading…Grinding…
I don’t know much about cooking, but once I have my own kitchen, I’m determined to experiment and learn. Right now we make good use of canned cream of chicken soup and its like, but I want to learn to make sauces from scratch, just because they taste so much better. Frankly—I’m not that hell bent on completely eliminating the chemicals and preservatives in absolutely everything—some stuff in moderation is NOT. GOING. TO. KILL. ME…. Keep reading…Cheesy Chicken Enchilada Pasta…