He was back there behind the counter dancing to music apparently only he could hear, while I was trying my best to keep my grumpus look off my face. I don’t even know what I was so grumpy about. What am I ever so grumpy about, come to think of it?
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It almost does not matter whether I’m here or elsewhere. This scene is one of inert equilibrium in which everyone is perfectly content within the confines of their three-by-three-foot universe and nobody is at all perturbed or even aware that my guitarist is late.
...read more hereThere’s something I haven’t told you yet, reader. This conversation has been quite a few months in the making. For a while, my husband didn’t want me to tell you, but he’s made peace with it now. And plus, we’re close enough now that I can tell you, right?
...read more hereMe: What do you call it when he invites you over to share his food with you?
Him: I don’t know… hospitality, I guess.
Me: Oh.
Him (after a second): Ew!
I wonder if relaxing, just completely relaxing, could ever be an option. After all, sometimes getting where I’m going is my job, and sometimes it’s the train’s job.
...read more hereI wanted to write about dark things. I’ve had a few posts about anger, violence, drunkenness and the like on hold in my mind’s eye for some days now. I also wanted to talk about work. I wanted to lament the plight of the craziest ones of us who choose to follow rockier paths. I [...]
...read more hereThe first time I did this it was a marginal success, and so here I am again, back with Classic’s second cheesecake giveaway! For whomever wins, I’ll make a homemade cheesecake, possibly sent in a cold cereal box, but I make no promises on that. Last time, it was a hot cereal box, so who knows?
...read more hereIt doesn’t matter what it was that made me angry. The security guard at the computer lab, a bank error not in my favor, a fresh hoodrat with a none-too-kind comment… it doesn’t matter now what it was. I ran up the steps to my room because I didn’t have the patience to wait for the elevator. I barreled into the room, out of breath. [ . . . ]
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The beautiful and talented Alison from Mama Wants This and Ado from The Momalog are celebrating a full year of blogging this week. As part of their celebration, they have invited all of us to link up our all-time favorite post on their blogs (link up on either, it’ll show up on both!). My favorite [...]
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He invited me to another bar because the one we were at was closing. I went, but reluctantly. I should have gone back uptown. In fact, I said “I really should go back uptown.” The bar was on the way uptown.
“Just one more drink?” he asked.
“Just one more.”
