February 2012
11 posts
katiesimon asked: Did you talk about what a malcontent I am after I left last night?
Hey y’all.
I will never be able to get through this awful morning without something to distract me, aaaaand I just figured out how to add it to my Tumblr, so why don’t you ask me some questions?
I will cook up some hot buttered answers in the meantime.
“They call me Mister Pibb. It’s a mistake. They have me confused with a soda.”
Raise high the roof beam, carpenters,
Like Ares comes the bridegroom,
Taller far than a tall man.
Question:
What is the sound of an apostrophe?
I guess a sort of valentine.
Today, among other (stupid) things, marks the fifth anniversary of my father’s death.
As in previous years, I chose to commemorate the occasion by forgetting about it until well into the afternoon and greeting the remembrance with a bemused ache. This is my default mode of response to most everything in the world, and I guess it works as well as any other. Look at me, feeling a thing. How...
On a bus through Baltimore and I saw a billboard reading “A mind is a terrible thing to waste.”
Jed Resnik coaches Dog Court, and his dad is the guy who came up with that slogan some forty-odd years ago.
Which one of your thoughts is going to live that long?
Because you could have one any day.
This is my 100th post on Tumblr.
I would like to commemorate it by saying that I had a great date last night and I’m listening to Graceland right now and I feel like a king of the goddamn earth.
I am also at work cleaning up beer bottles.
We can find our happiness everywhere.
You know, I am walking to Bed Bath and Beyond right now and I am so happy I could just about burst.
I am happy with my friends, and my job, and my life. With the work I’m doing. The things I see.
I spent the last six months to a year in a toxic relationship with someone I couldn’t make happy no matter how hard I tried. Something like that creeps into the corners of your entire life. It makes you...