A conclusion, due to various events that transcribed this weekend:

Truly.  I really, really, appreciate what I have.  In an abstract sense.  Sort of.  Last night I couldn't sleep at all.  There was so much drama, noise, confusion going on in my house.  There were fire trucks outside at one in the morning.  A housemate was yelling at the girlfriend ( Read more... )

The dreams I've been having lately are nuuuuts ( Read more... )

I'm never satisfied ( Read more... )

Over the last month or so I've stared at the blank screen a half dozen times. Impossible thoughts of how to explain where I'm at fly through my mind ( Read more... )

So I'm smoking a cursed cigarette outside the baggage claim at the Buffalo airport. All my luggage is organized beside me and it's absolutely freezing, but I haven't had time to change out of my flip flops. Whatever, I'll rock the bag lady coat and the flops ( Read more... )