When it comes to writing, there's this thing where I can see where I want to end up, but I don't know how I'm gonna get there. I have something in my head, but it's usually a collection of images and feelings and like, snippets of music or quotes. I mean this even for logical, argumentative writing - that's a picture in my head. There are ( Read more... )

Sitting around watching TV with Christmas tree lit up, cat on my lap, and husband leaning into me, petting and talking to cat, and I feel all warm and cozy... and then I think, this Christmas tree is entirely my doing. And, actually, so are the furnishings of this room, and the color on the walls. I'm the one who decided to get the cat in the ( Read more... )

Normally I am just slightly out of step with everyone. But one recent evening at a bar with the intellectual fight club I discovered that I was completely like the rest of them, within the context of the group "normal", and that was a fun experience. We agree that ( Read more... )

So yesterday this girl in my class goes, "I hate everyone and everything. So much. Seriously, fuck you all." And I laughed and was like, "Every other day I would agree with you so much... but today is a good day!"

Well, today is every other day. Fuck off, world.

Prowling barefoot and snarl-haired through my hot humid neighborhood, exploring further than usual, back by the expensive houses, when I was stopped dead by this thick incredible sweetness - I climbed a brick wall to see vines with white flowers, and I thought, I could fall in, I could fall asleep smelling this and never wake up - but the dogs in ( Read more... )

Whenever I speak in front of a group about a topic, they laugh. I don't try to make jokes, at least not consciously, I'm just speaking away on something like, you know, the married lives of medieval saints or the intricacies of 18th-century NC politics. Stuff you think should be droning and awful. But every single time, I get laughs like I'm ( Read more... )

Oh little voice, whatever you may be, thank you for sitting down deep in me like a frog at the bottom of a well, popping up at all the strangest times to ask me, "Is this your choice ( Read more... )

Dominik on Saturday: "If it sounds like I'm bitter, that's because I'm bitter." And I said to him, "I get it, you know I get it," and he was like, "Yeah, I know ( Read more... )

Five-year-old is awesome ( Read more... )

Mike sings an old, old commercial jingle that played in America when we were kids, before we met each other. It was stupid and we thought it was funny. Somehow it got independently stuck in both of our heads, which was surprising to discover years later. I laugh and say, "You know we are probably the only two people in this entire country who ( Read more... )