The art of aging isn’t as graceful as I imagined it would be. I guess TV and books warped my perception of reality. I thought adulthood was this metamorphosis where I magically unveiled myself to be this charming and witty; kind and thoughtful; calm and levelheaded; poised person of humble origins. An assumed wisdom was […]
you fall asleep when I talk to you. Cheers! L.
So, apparently Chicago must have read my previous post and decided that I was being an ungrateful little . . . snitch . . . for not appreciating the self control and restraint it was really exuding. That rain that I was writing about before? Child’s play. That was like running through sprinklers on a […]
It just keeps raining. It rains and rains and rains. It’s like it won’t stop. Like the thirsty earth just can’t get enough. I forgot this happened in April. I really did. I forgot how the sky is always grey and heavy with clouds, how the earth is always soggy underfoot, how the worms leave […]
Before I begin, if you haven’t read it and don’t understand my intense hatred for Boxelders, you can read it if you’d like or you don’t have to. Up to you. Anyway, sometimes you just know. You just know that whatever you’re doing, or whatever idea you have, could potentially be idiotic. But you do it […]