it's a convoluted mess
Those who know me best know the story of Aaron. The boy I had a crush on for most of junior high and high school. I was “so in love” with him and had a pseudo friendship with him for a [very] brief time. And it actually wasn’t all in my head. It was way more convoluted than it needed to be in the way the teenage mind convolutes things. Or at least the way… Keep reading…Unrequited…
The corner of one of my bottom front teeth is chipped. It’s very small and not terribly noticeable at first glance, but it’s there. Most of the time I don’t notice it unless I deliberately run my tongue across it. But some days, it feels sharp enough to cut right through my lip. I have no idea how I chipped it. But I remember exactly when it happened. September 16, 2008. I was driving around… Keep reading…Chipped…
Do you ever get the feeling that someone you know is expecting you to volunteer to do something for them? There is something that they’re lacking and because you supposedly “have the time” you should just up and volunteer to do it for them, without them actually asking you for it. But because actually asking you might not yield their desired results, they go about it in other ways. They drop subtle hints, make thinly… Keep reading…Subtlety…or lack thereof…
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. (Where the hell did that come from?) This brings a four-day weekend. I need this weekend. I need to see my mom and dad. I haven’t seen them in too long. This is no one’s fault but my own because I can’t get my shit together to get out the door to go see them, but I need to see them. Even if it means having to put up with spending time… Keep reading…Necessity…
30 Days of Blogging… Day 28: What’s in Your Handbag/Purse… I hate carrying a purse. I’m so not a girlie-girl. If I can get away with not carrying one, I’ll go for it. THAT’S WHAT POCKETS ARE FOR. The problem is, I don’t travel light for anything. So I’m usually stuck. I’m more of a backpack or messenger bag kind of person. Those can accommodate shit I need. Like a laptop, or a notebook, or…stuff… Keep reading…30 Days of Blogging…Day 28…
I have this…cache…of story projects deemed “Never See the Light of Day.” It’s named as such because they are all completely inane plans that tend to border on a touch weird. At least in my mind. I don’t quite know how to explain them. And I have no intention of ever actually sharing them with anyone else because they’re just…no. It’s mostly random conversation snippets that crop up in my head between given characters, but… Keep reading…Broke into the old apartment…