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Tag Archives: relationships
Blank Texts
silent texts means something is conveyed without being said
Both Right
Not even bengay helps the pain!
Railroad
Consistently inconsistent mother fuck
City Park
Youthfulness means seeing a castle when there may only be monkey bars
Three Minutes
Ready, set, write!
Ear Ideas
3-15-21 Shoot. I’m not engaged in any big projects, or longer term investments right now, but I feel as busy as ever. It’s almost 10:00pm when I write this and I feel like I’m having to carve a chunk of time out of my evening. Where does the time go, for real. It’s not asContinue reading “Ear Ideas”
Off the Road
Sonic is definitely not straight
Out of Wack
Walking along to a happy tune
Old Roommate
Not friends but not not friends
Cake
Who gives a whole cake to a fifth grader?
Family Nap
Sick day except as an adult
Growing Together
Growing apart just means you’ve already grown together
Podcast
Awe yeah everybody has a podcast
Birth
1-16-21 I’m writing this one in the dark in bed, at a point so late that time doesn’t even matter. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I work Monday through Friday so that means I wring every minute out of the weekend I can because I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Palimpsest
3/8/20 Sunday’s drip away so sweet. There is sunshine in the air on this March afternoon, and a breeze that says “it’ll be ok.” I’m not too sure I should listen to the voices on the wind anymore, though. They always tell you the opposite of the thing you’re not entirely sure you don’t want.Continue reading “Palimpsest”
Ceramic Seat
3/7/20 Does writing a day into memory lessen its significance on my life if I do it while taking a shit? Or is it lifted to a new, holistic experience? My body is processing. I am living, experiencing, and following through on years of evolutionary planning. When I sit on a porcelain throne and remindContinue reading “Ceramic Seat”
Celestial String
3/6/20 Marie might be a little upset with me. I’ll be honest—I’m actually writing this the morning after the 6th as I was tired as a dog last night. Hence, the frustration of my wife. I got home around 5:30pm dog tired. Amelia was down for a nap, and Marie was picking up. We satContinue reading “Celestial String”
Leap Day
2/29/20 Fucking stupid leap day. Bullshit. I’m tempted to just write “fuck off” for today’s diary log. Life is needlessly complex. I’m not the good guy, but I’m not the bad guy, either. Why do I feel so strongly?
Bastion
2/23/20 My back is sore from running, my body tingles with the last bits of my weekend, and Marie just turned on the space heater. “Can you do me a favor,” I ask her. “Hmm?” she asks, poking up. “Can you please get me a tums,” I ask, feeling the deep, acrid shudder that tellsContinue reading “Bastion”
