it's a convoluted mess
A while back there was a thing going around on Twitter to explain the story behind your user name. Alias Bob. Sometimes I wonder if people see my name and think it’s one of those creepy, weird, shared, couple’s accounts where we act like we literally share a brain. In reality it has nothing to do with my husband. I don’t remember which platform I originally used that moniker on, but it’s been around for… Keep reading…Knew right then and there…
Nine is a good number. He’s still my favorite. — The Way I Am Ingrid Michaelson
Or just in general… S: I just did a Windows update. Now I’m doing an iTunes update. R: Wow. You really wanna fuck things up, don’t you? Why are you suddenly feeling so masochistic? S: I tend to make bad decisions when I’m overheated. — Fair enough… S: You would think after all this time, iTunes would— R: Uh-uh. S: Good point. R: All you had to say was iTunes. — There are no… Keep reading…Caught in a joyride…
Oh hey it’s the middle of November. Thanksgiving is next week. I haven’t written anything here since the middle of September. Because reasons. A lot of reasons. It’s November 18th. Ten years ago today I spent eight hours sitting in a Caribou talking to a boy I met on the internet. Ten. Years. My twenties were full of a lot of bad, BAD decisions. But an insomnia-induced whim to create a profile on a free… Keep reading…One Decade…
Bob took Monday and Tuesday off for a long weekend. We spent most of it on the couch, being lazy, playing video games, having inane conversations, and laughing A LOT. We went out to dinner and overstuffed ourselves with Mexican food. We even got dessert, which we never do. Eight years. He’s my favorite. — I’ll Bet On You Toad the Wet Sprocket
Listen. The whole goddamn world is on fire. And I don’t want to talk about it. Today I have squishy feelings because it was nine years ago that I went on a date with a boy I met on the internet. We sat in a Caribou halfway between our respective homes and talked for eight hours. The weather was snow-raining and gray and cold, which is exactly what is happening outside my window right now…. Keep reading…Nine…