I’ve been grumpy, cranky, moody, you name it, lately—if it’s negative, I’ve felt it. I hate feeling like this because it magnifies the smallest thing until I can’t see past it, and then I become obsessed with its details, accomplishing nothing towards the really important things that need my attention. I don’t know what inspired … Continue reading In a bad mood??
The Lost art of…a Sunday stroll
I’ve never been one to walk much. I’ve just never found a reason for it. I don’t like walking as exercise since I find it a little yawn-inducing, and forget the treadmill; that’s just a form of torture. As far as walking as a means to get to a destination, there’s always been either public … Continue reading The Lost art of…a Sunday stroll
Bad Day
Oh bad day you have sneaked upon me once again you devilish fool. I saw you coming from miles in the distance and believed my happiness could withstand your forces but you broke through my wall of laughter and invaded my fortress of smiles armed with your cynicism, you have wounded me and caused me to … Continue reading Bad Day
The Lost art of… letter writing
I would be the first one to incite a riot if anyone ever attempted to take away the internet and/or cell phones. But while I'm a big proponent of technology, I still believe that because of it we have lost some things that we should try to reclaim, so to that end I bring you … Continue reading The Lost art of… letter writing
A political party turns into a wake
Last Tuesday’s election brought back a Republican-majorityHouse of Representatives. An event socatastrophic in nature that it nearly caused the mass suicide of manyDemocrats, or at least that’s what I gathered from the barely intelligiblewords I could hear between their sobs. It’s a week later and they are still inconsolable. In hopes of offering words of … Continue reading A political party turns into a wake
The stories in my head
I love making up stories about people in my head. Not the mean kind that turn into gossip about friends and acquaintances, but the fanciful kind: the Amélie kind. I sit and watch people as they walk by and invent entire stories about who they are and where they are going. Imagining all sorts of … Continue reading The stories in my head
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