it's a convoluted mess
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
Seven years ago I married a boy I met on the internet. Statistically, we should be seeing a decline in our relationship at this point. The Seven Year Itch is something that actually happens according to research. I’d say for us, the longer we’re together, the better we get. Does that make us special? No. Not really. Plenty of people survive statistics. My parents have been married for fifty years. It’s not always rainbows and… Keep reading…The Seven Year Itch…
Life… Here’s the thing about life: It happens. Sometimes a whole lot of it happens all at once and leaves your mind spinning. When life happens, I feel compelled to write about it. I’m a writer and writing about life comes with the territory. It helps me work through the convoluted mess that is my brain. It helps me remember when things happened. But the problem I often run into is that there are certain… Keep reading…Things unseen…
I’ve been trying to write something worth reading for today, but the words just aren’t flowing. I think this quote best sums up what I’ve been trying to put down on paper. Bob and I are connected at the brain. If people witnessed a fraction of the completely shameless inanity we get up to when left to our own devices…well…they’d probably be a little concerned. But I bet they’ve never had nearly as much fun… Keep reading…Two…
Three years ago I was sitting in a Caribou across the table from a boy I’d met online. We’d been conversing online and on the phone for close to three weeks and it had finally come to our first date…face to face. We spent almost EIGHT HOURS sitting there together, talking about everything and nothing, holding hands, staring at each other and out the window, awkward and shy, and by the time we finally left… Keep reading…Three Years…