Running into your ex creates confusion and it’s hard to figure out what you’re thinking.
I lost track a while ago, but I think that I’ve been at home for ten weeks now. It might be twelve, but that depends on whether I’m off by two weeks or not. What I’m sure of is that I’ve been home for far too long.
I’d love to tell you that it was an exciting, well-planned, carefully calculated affair. It wasn’t. It was very simple, plain, almost ordinary, but entirely befitting.
It’s undeniable that some time has passed between us. What little we did talk during then has held us together like the imperceptible knots tying strings of thread, being joined to continue knitting a blanket. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those knots, but they make little difference to what has brought us… Continue reading I Still Miss You, Even After All That Was Nothing
I’ve started reading through my Collection of Recollections, that long piece of writing that I’ve been pounding out on my typewriter over the last year. I’m only 20 pages in and it’s shit.
On Wednesday, the student I tutor and I went to the AGO. It’s free to go on Wednesday evenings between 6 and 9 pm. I wanted to try something different with him because he really doesn’t like doing his school work. I’m glad we went because he was excited by the spiralling staircase, that we… Continue reading Day 8 of 30
Not too long ago, I received a text message from a woman telling me that I come across as apathetic and rude over text messages. I happened to look at my phone during recess while waiting to use the toilet so I didn’t have the time or the attention to care much about what she had to say.
Dreamlover by Mariah Carey is my favourite song of all time. I hope you took the ~4 minutes to watch and enjoy the music video above, in all its 90s R&B, synchronised dancing in a field glory.
During his inauguration speech on Friday, Donald Trump made two direct references to women. First, he referred to the forgotten men and women. Second, he referred to impoverished inner city single mothers and their children. Outside of this, his language was fairly gender-neutral.
The worst part is that you have hope this time. I like hope. I like hope in the way that Red, from The Shawshank Redemption, doesn’t. I think that if you aren’t willing to try for nothin’, nothin’ ain’t ever goin’ happen. But, take this from a man who always has a well-stocked refrigerator before he makes… Continue reading It Was a Terrible Second Date