3 days ago
End Of Day Craiglist Links, Forwarded to My Inbox After That Second Americano «
At first glance I thought the squirrel was holding a gun. Everything about that situation screams both no and yes simultaneously.
4 days ago
Further proof that I am, in fact, my own Cathy cartoon, AmazonFresh is now attempting to lure me back with free fudge.
5 days ago
Good Slacks and a Sensible Blouse
- Me: what a difference an hour shorter of sleep makes! I sound like my mother.
- Whitney: I now get anxious about how much sleep I get, like, if I go to bed late I think of how PAINFUL it will be.
- Me: it's a sickness.
- Whitney: it's called GROWING UP! Augh, and it sucks.
- Me: but parts of it are good! We have access to more things! We've done most of the hard stuff! That's what she said!
- Whitney: you should come over and watch stories with me.
- Me: I promise not to bring pudding this time.
6 days ago
During a break in work I browse endless poster sites, as if I don’t have enough screenshots in my “inspiration” folder labeled ohyesplease and dreamlifeyumyums. I click, click, click, landing on a print that looks strangely familiar. I’d forgotten that I bought it for a boy about three years ago before everything turned out wrong.
It lives in a tube in the back of my closet, along with some lithographs from college and cards I can’t seem to toss.
Just when I think the Internet is endless, I loop back around again. Is it time to stop and ask for directions?
Buy your own here.
1 week ago
Art Imitates Life, Avocado
Me: should I just pick something up for dinner?
Nick: we have no peppers or onions
Me: I’ll just pick something up
Nick: we have avocado
Occasionally, if you blog something it eventually comes true.
1 week ago
Little one.
2 weeks ago
Reason Number 842: He builds houses with his wallet and leaves them around the apartment. In other news, we’ve recently started using the piano bench as a coffee table & the coffee table as a sideboard. Wild and crazy guys!
2 weeks ago
Appropriate times to present me with a $300 bespoke axe:
- To arm me for the later half of my 20’s.
- Upon the completion of my remote wilderness cabin.
- Our first anniversary, after you use it to harvest wood & render paper.
- Thursday, 10:59am.
2 weeks ago
On Not Going To There
And then I realized that what I was imagining going back to was our apartment a year ago, with a Christmas tree in the corner decorated with the ornaments I bought at Pearl River Mart and the ones from William’s grandmother. I remembered how happy I’d been to look in the window and see those lights every time I came home. I could almost smell the old fuggy smell of our apartment, pot and incense and pine needles and cooking.
I wanted to go there so badly. I wanted to run there. But you can’t go back to a place that no longer exists.
Revisiting the archives of Heartbreak Soup. I haven’t read a blog so text heavy in years. The nostalgia is slaying me.
