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Butterfingers
I spent most of yesterday dropping everything I held including my beloved iPhone (not my new piece of crap plastic 3G one, but my original beloved one) so you know it’s serious. When it gets cold and damp out, I have a list of joints that act up and I guess I’ll have to put [...]
Impossible Odds
It was suggested to me today that I should think about adopting a kid of my own so that I wouldn’t have to go through the heartache of losing a child again to which my first reaction was, in a heartbeat. In fact, this is a thought that has been rather prominent in my [...]
Puppeteers, the lot of them
So often I feel like every decision I make for myself is based on the opinions of other well-meaning but mostly clueless people. There aren’t too many people with whom I have shared what’s been going on here for the past couple of months. In part this is because I’m too ashamed to tell them [...]
It’s flashback week apparently
This is hilariously frightening.
During the last semester of my undergrad, as I was trying to spew out some bullshit honors thesis while trying to get all my little pre-req ducks in a row, I kept having these little moments of sheer terror that I was missing a course somewhere. It may have been a dream [...]
A touch of nostalgia
When I was 16, I took up rugby. Basketball and volleyball seasons ended in March, which meant I was done till September. I had spent the previous spring turning myself into Fat Elvis and it was something I didn’t want to repeat. Had I known that you could fry peanut butter and banana sandwiches I [...]
Wherein I further expose myself as a judgmental douchebag but feel justifiably so
A certain someone told me the other day that “dating sucks”. Yeah…yeah it does. So, as I said last week, I’ve decided to stop. The momentary distraction doesn’t quite balance out the dramatic lows that always follow. It’s hard though to follow through with the cease and desist when you ache for a little companionship. [...]
By the numbers
Fear not, I am still alive and healthy. Let’s temporarily move on.
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In other news (brought to you by the number 3 and the letter z):
2 weeks – time since I’ve moved into my new place.
0 – number of neighbors I have heard through my walls.
4 – number of books I have since [...]
...but I hardly know her!