“Come.”I am tired, exhausted really, feeling soundly beaten by my day. All day I’ve tried in vain to search for some sort of goodness to be salvaged from the wreckage of everything that has happened since the sun came up. There is none.“The day will be over soon.”For that I am grateful. I want nothing … Continue reading Come.

New Year, No Lube

If 2012 were a guy, it would be guy who tries to fuck on the first date.Not even like, guy-who-is-insanely-charming-and-hilarious-so-you-have-absolutely-no-recourse-BUT-to-end-the-date-with-your-panties-on-top-of-the-flat-screen. No, this is like barely-put-forth-an-effort-but-expect-you-to-give-it-up-because-he-brought-popcorn-AND-candy-at-the-movies guy. That is to say, 2012 is fucking me without preamble or pomp and circumstance. And I am not happy about it.As it stands, we are exactly 25 days into … Continue reading New Year, No Lube

Stolen Moments

3 weeks ago...“How is it that we both thought things would turn out the same way, and yet they didn’t?”“It’s all the way it's supposed to be. You know that, right?”“Yes. But still...”“Still.”He looks at me, his eyelids heavy with sleep and sorrow, wiggling his mouth the way he does when he is considering something. … Continue reading Stolen Moments

"Listen to my instincts and say fuck the rest…"

Today's post title brought to you by the letter U for "undun" by The Roots which, if you have not bought it yet, means you are failing rapidly at life.I’ve spent the last couple of years trying valiantly to squash my natural proclivity for being impulsive and spontaneous, believing, however misguidedly, that such tempestuousness was indicative … Continue reading "Listen to my instincts and say fuck the rest…"