Sometimes the only difference between bitter, hard-ass cold and a pretty, snowy day is the sun. This weather has me slowed down, mentally and physically. I took for granted the emotional environment and spontaneous schedules of summer ( Read more... )

Sometimes I realize I've been floating on with little examination or caution. Happy when happy, alarmed when alarmed or sad or confused or bored or whatever emotion. Walking in blind, it feels like ( Read more... )

Sometimes it surprises me to realize how long it's been, how long since I've talked to you people. I'm not avoiding you at all, at least not in the traditional sense, but these movements I feel, well, they don't take me to where you are ( Read more... )

I like pizza.

I feel lazy and kind of sleepy.

My life is so good.

My roommate sings and he wants to be Johnny Cash or Keith Richards or somebody but it isn't working. I finally received the debit card in the mail that I was supposed to have received over two months ago. There are no scissors in sight, so I just bend it back and forth, over and over, an experiment to see if the incredibly resilient plastic will ( Read more... )

When it rains, it pours...for lack of a more original metaphor ( Read more... )

Lazy days go too quickly, but they are so effortless and so good. I am happy. But I get scared sometimes that I am losing all my time, anxious for the next weekend or the next whenever. Doing that thing I always used to do ( Read more... )

Bad Beginnings ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if every thought I've ever experienced came from the books I read ( Read more... )

Sometimes a person gets confused. Sometimes they start talking to strangers as if they were friends. But what's wrong with that ( Read more... )