32 years old ( Read more... )

31 years old ( Read more... )

I'm tired of being angry. I've been angry a lot recently, and I'm bored with it.
I'm sick of frustration and impatience--my own frustration and impatience, that is.
I don't like the look of all of the selfishness in my world.
I am trying to stop feeling morally superior or singularly enlightened.
I don't believe in fear.

All that's left is love.

I have hope for this world. I have hope for this country. I have hope for my community and for my family and for myself ( Read more... )

Today is the last day of spring break. I somehow missed the rest of it, but I'm enjoying the last day. I work too much...and some days I study too much. I didn't return to school to enjoy spring break, though. I came to learn and to improve myself and my life. In a few years, I'll have a real mon-fri kind of job with weekends off and vacation ( Read more... )

I'm sleepy.

In some countries ( Read more... )

Richard had a paper route with a kid named Joe until like our sophomore year in high school. I had nothing better to do, so many days I would tag along with them. Honestly, I'm not sure I've EVER had anything better to do than to spend an afternoon, walking around with my best friends throwing newspapers. It's a pretty great way to kill a couple of ( Read more... )

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."