I went back in time to the house I built, and the house he built. He said we built it together. I knew we built it separately. I went back in time to find reason and validity. I searched for slugs in the cracks of it’s foundation. I found nothing but salt in these wounds, […]Read more "Three Ghosts"
Sometimes we distance ourselves from others because they have qualities we dislike in ourselves. Sometimes it’s easy to be fed up and annoyed, thinking ‘how could they be that way?’ all the while remembering times we’ve acted the exact same way. It prompts a period of self reflection, which is good and sometimes painful. Growth is […]Read more "Sometimes"
I moved in two days before Christmas. It was cold and raining; The kind of weather you hope against. I expected worse. It could have been worse, but I hate that phrase. I hate that I think it as much as people say it to me. The movers leave at 3:00p.m. I am sitting on […]Read more "The Weight"
“Whenever I’m interested in something, I know the timing’s off, because I’m always interested in the right thing at the wrong time. I should just be getting interested after I’m not interested any more.” –Andy Warhol We assume Andy is referencing the art process, but this insight rings true in all categories of adult relationships; Friendships, […]Read more "The Studio 54 Defect"
He asks, “Who wants a shot?” and receives a plethera of positive responses… “Yeah. I guess, Sure.” “MEEE!” “You buying, right? Hell, why not.” Ten minutes pass. He returns with a tray full of red colored shots and declares them “panty droppers.” I cringe and anticipate the overly sweet flavor that will hopefully mask the […]Read more "This is Girl’s Night. I am Robin Hood."
Nothing makes me feel better than getting a good cry out. It is like a drug. I don’t know how people hold their tears when it feels so damn good to cry… I am against crying in public though. It makes everyone feel awkward, like public kissing or breastfeeding. I’m sorry, but it’s true. It’s […]Read more "Some Songs for a Good Cry"
Your maturity level will digress. All through out college, I was “the girl with the boyfriend.” Of course I partied. I wasn’t a psychopath. I didn’t sit at home with a Zima and write “Mrs. Future Ex-Husband” five hundred times accompanied by doodles of tiny hearts. I did always tend to go home earlier […]Read more "Some Things That Happen The First Year of Being Single in 10 Years"