May 2009
April 2009
true story
Watched my son laugh his ass off for about an hour today. I’m not even sure at what. All I know is, he found it pretty damn funny. I think I’d trade my grown-up ability to eat desert before dinner for the kid-ability to find such pure true joy in strange places. It would be more than a fair trade. Besides, even though I can eat desert before dinner, when do I? Being a grown-up sucks.
in the river
I’ve never been so cold, and I live in the cold. i’ve never been so afraid, and I live in fear. I remember the singular direction of the water flow, as if all the world was just one way. truthfully, it was. People say time is a river. They don’t know what they are talking about. Time is relative, changeable, malleable. time bends to a persons will. a moment can be replayed a...
weather
weathering a storm, weather or not. Spending too much time doing something about the weather, not enough time complaining about it. The weather isn’t the same as when we were kids. What is? It’s not he same as back home, as last year, as what I’d hoped, as what the weatherman said it would be. it’s not the same as I remember. How can I remember weather that hasn’t...
” the octochicken. We had such hopes for that.”
“I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in...”
Wednesday, what I ever do to you?
I kill time
I could do something worthwhile with my time. Naw!
