Meals with Gloria aren’t so much a physical necessity as a social one. Whatever unholy force animates him also fuels him. He doesn’t really need to eat – aside from that constant background buzz, that constant craving for braaaains…. Continue reading
What just happened?
We were cleaning up after dinner, stacking dishes in the sink. Out of dish soap, I said: “I guess we’ll just do them tomorrow.”
She started crying. Continue reading
I was in an argument with a guy once, well not an argument so much as a hearty spiritual debate, and he said: “The whole point of existence is….yadda yadda yadda.” I can’t actually remember what he said, but I remember what I said: “I don’t think that’s right, I think the whole point of existence is to wake up to the fact you don’t really exist.” Continue reading
So, another day without much angst… or cursing. In addition to that pool I’m sure is going around twitter as to which day I snap and post nothing but the word *fuck* (I think I put my money on day 27), I think you could have fun graphing my propensity for cursing vs my apparent stress level in each blog post.
Inspired by Indexed, here a draft to get you started: Continue reading
two teenagers
making out on a soccer field
hands up shirts
oblivious
to thousands of freeway eyes
yep, it’s Spring
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