So this is it. All my stuff is jammed into my car. The trunk barely closed. The rear windshield just barely peeks out from over the boxes and bags. My room, except for the bed and mattress I'm leaving the subletter, is as bare as when I arrived. (Or moreso, since I actually bothered to clean a bit.) It's time for me to go home. Go to Boston ( Read more... )

[+] Actually deepening my buddhist practice a bit by actually sitting more days than not. It's really been keeping me pretty even despite everything. I may start attending a zen center ( Read more... )

3 shifts in 48 hours ( Read more... )

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I had some other shit to say, but Carol just broke up with me.

I feel like such a goddamn fool for hanging on for this long.

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bassnectar:

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man burn:

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"they nuked the man!"
-me in that moment

it doesn't pay to even try ( Read more... )

The writerSitting ahead of me on the train, on separate benches, are a middle aged man and woman. The woman: short cropped blonde hair, black pantsuit, opaque sunglasses, expensive looking handbag. Obviously commuting to work, obviously taking pains to mind her own business. The man: mid 40s, greying shoulder-length hair, wearing a professorial ( Read more... )

So a lot has happened since I last wrote... I'll give you the reader's digest version ( Read more... )