At these, shall we say, difficult times, you shouldn't be making things any harder for me (and certainly not for her).

Someone told me today how great you are with children. She probably expected a glowing agreement. Honestly, I was just stunned.

Ipswich.

Fat old guys on rickety ladders.

Skinny young guys on coke and lawn mowers.

Not much else.

Home at last? Not quite, but not so unhappy to be done with certain drama ( Read more... )

For every ten times I overhear college boys being college boys about college girls, I overhear something great, like

"Tell me what can possibly be more masculine about trying to fuck a girl instead of comforting her."

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 "Maybe you should go to health services."

Or maybe I should get drunker, and eventually find my own bed but not have the sense to stay in it.

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Uncle Mike is doing pretty well, all things considered

but his godmother died the day after he came out of a coma

and no one's told him yet.

There will probably be a time in my life when it will seem strange to own only one cup, a smattering of mismatched silverware, and enough bowls to feed my neighbors tea in a pinch.

To wake up on a Saturday with 2-3 girls passed out in and around my bed, the door wide open and everybodys arm around someone else.

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 So maybe I'm freaking out a little bit.

But maybe I have great friends, who play me pretty music and take me to parties to meet cute boys but sit and chat on the couch with me when I'm really not up for strangers yet.

And who call assholes assholes when they see them. In the street or the hall. Maybe in class.

But come on now, a spade's a spade