Leaving next Saturday the 28th instead of this Friday the 20th. Gone till the night of August the 16th. http://www.exeter.ac.uk/virtualtours/accommodationbroadband/jamesowen.shtml Unrelatedly, I need a hug. I am not fortunate enough to be in such good company this time around. And so, ladies and gentlemen, I go to sleep before midnight for a change.
Apologies in advance for obscurity. There used to be a time when people would crowd into my room to watch Ninja Warrior and The Colbert Report. It was a time when Papa Johns was frequent and delightful, when we had to schedule hangouts on the weekends to accomodate my work schedule, when it was predicted […]
She once told me that if we were to be together, she would probably have an argument with me and break up with me after only a few months. She had told me more than a few times that I couldn’t handle her temper, that no one could, that I was only inviting disaster by […]
Even the naive get tired when the only progress to be made is negative. Luckily nothing ever breaks; instead, incompatibilities are discovered. The ideal was worthwhile, but ultimately it belongs solely to the mellow.
Strangely, the closest I came to crying over her was when she was being cursed out. As with all instances of tearing, I was split between wanting to embrace it and suppress it. It all came about from a thought that had been stubbornly persistent: if I could go back one year, would the knowledge […]
You don’t have to worry about overstepping your bounds when you’ve got diarrhea of the mouth.
She always told me that she wanted to make me confident in myself. She wanted to make me believe that I was as smart, sweet, witty and cute as she thought I was. I had always thought that somewhere out there, there would be someone who did find my jokes funny, and my quirks cute, […]
Always…and never. Now all that’s left is just to keep holding my head up high and try to find a decent engine.
Instead of writing what I would like to think about, perhaps I’ll write about what I am thinking about. Which, in fact, is nothing. Nothing at all. I’m feeling more listless now than I have all summer. My mind doesn’t think of quips, it doesn’t think of comforting words, it doesn’t think of conversation…it just […]
Dryden: How did he die? Bond: Your contact? Not well. Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn’t worry, the second is- [Bond shoots Dryden] Bond: Yes, considerably. There will be no diatribe. We’re done, Cristen.