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…
S: By my calculations, I should get my Rooster Teeth package today. But it hasn’t shown up yet. So maybe it’ll get here tomorrow. I’m DYING for that CD. I need to hear Caboose’s love song to Church in it’s entirety. R: I didn’t think that song sounded that great. S: Well, it’s not so much the song—I really only like it because it’s Caboose singing it. R: No. You really only like it because…
I have so many things I need to get done and I am not making progress on any of them. I gave myself the deadline of Christmas to get my wedding thank you cards done and everyone who gets a thank you card would get a Christmas card as well. I got the thank you cards printed. I haven’t touched them since. I don’t know how to write thank you notes. And I have terrible…
I had an odd dream one night last week that left me wondering if I could somehow use a piece of it in a story. It jabbed me in the side of the brain constantly for a few days and the next thing I knew, I had one of my “Never See the Light of Day” projects sitting in front of me. One of those story lines that is so ridiculous I would never let…
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…
I woke up and opened my eyes, noticing it was rather bright in the bedroom, like daylight was coming in. Bob was still in bed. My mind raced. Holy crap. The alarm didn’t go off. Bob’s late. He’s going to be all stressed out. What the hell time is it? Did I really sleep all night? My pillow is all hot and bunchy. I’m about to fall off the bed. And then I looked at…
