This year I got promoted, worked way too hard, ran my first 5k(s), and read 30 new books. I honestly didn't do that much else. That's ok. I retained my sanity, at least.

In 2014 I am running at 7k with Becky, seeing Imagine Dragons, seeing Flogging Molly, running a 5k with Doris and Michelle, maintaining boundaries for work, reading 30 books total ( ( Read more... )

So sometimes, you feel something, and you think "Gosh, that's awfully douchey of me! Well, chances are I won't feel this way shortly, because it's pretty stupid and illogical. I may as well not tell anyone, or at least not the object of my feelings, because that would just End Poorly and for no good reason! Let's ride this shit out quietly." Then ( Read more... )

Driving through a thuderstorm,
collecting raindrops from the smoky yellow clouds.
Picking up the piece of your life is not always being kicked in the stomach,
thrown down on a bloody battlefield;
sometimes it is Hansel and Gretel,
molding little dropped breadcrumbs into misshapen gingerbread creatures.
The water runs scattershot down the glass, ( Read more... )

I miss you most in winter; I don't know why. Perhaps because it was in winter that I first truly felt your absence. While it was warm and sunny I could pretend you were simply away--we were both so busy adventuring in the sunshine that it was not difficult to believe you would be back. But soon it became clear that you had flown south with the ( Read more... )

I can't take cigarettes as they are anymore, just little tubes of paper and plant, innocent white sticks between thick clumsy fingers. Cigarettes have too much attached to them now, too many caveats and addendums dangling in the ash on their tips, too many anecdotes wound up in the curls of smoke that wind into everyone's hair as we stand around ( Read more... )

Temptations come out of the woodwork at dark ( Read more... )

The first time I saw myself ( Read more... )

Lately I've been remembering how your old house smelled ( Read more... )

Everyone I knew always said they were going to get out ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to lose faith in friendship. You leave messes in my room and pieces falling off of me, because I can't keep up when your personalities flicker in and out like a film reel on a hand-crank projector. I squeeze your hand just to make sure you are still alive. Congratulations: because of you, I believe less ( Read more... )