This is a happy post. Three days smoke free ( Read more... )

So I should at least write my to do list ( Read more... )

There are rare benefits to having a short memory and preoccupied nature. Sometimes folks will tell me I seem cheerful, or friendly, or bubbly. I think I just seem that way because I was caught thinking about something else ( Read more... )

I feel like it used to be easier to be funny, before my life got grown up and complicated. Or maybe I was just dumber back then ( Read more... )

I am late. Always late. It's 8:52 when I leave the house and I start work at 9am. Running in the cold makes me salivate, frozen air stinging as I try not to drool on my parka. Why do I live somewhere where it hurts my face to be outside? I lingered in bed too long, paralyzed by comfort, dreading this hunched run-shuffle to be at the store by 9am. I ( Read more... )

It's about drugs, history, yearning for the forgotten past, that Welsh word hiraeth for all things left behind. Sick ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's all I can do to find my smokes, phone, and keys and get myself out the door. Other times I cook and bake like a maniac hell-bent on feeding the masses. Landon says he understands my madness and I hope to figure it out myself one day ( Read more... )

All day at work in a fog. Desk littered with half finished projects, scribbled lists, ugly corporate stationary, binders and binders of energizers and activities and pop quizzes. My life, like so many others, a rat race of contradictions and busywork and bureaucracy ( Read more... )

Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes life is so good I don't even want to stop and write about it ( Read more... )

I should be grateful for this laptop but these tinny speakers can't do any music justice. Lately I try to listen to songs I've heard before and my brain just fills in the parts that are missing. The Jesus and Mary Chain, Psychocandy, perfect for flopping around my hot apartment and thinking about all my first world problems ( Read more... )