Archive for May, 2012
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If this is true, I have one more year before somebody out there gets to send me the “I told you so” postcard.
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When I used to live in the colder New England area (currently in Seattle), I recall the bleakness of mid-winter. Freezing cold out, dark at around 4:00, and it can come out as one of two things: cozy or utterly isolating.
It’s clear to everyone else but you, Bruno. Why we love you and tear our hair out at the same time.
I’m just imagining my friends felt the same way about me. Urk.
Cat is savvy.
Sadly, too often when bored playing alone I cheat just so i don’t have to start again. Or maybe to make myself feel good, but I’d never admit to that.
This is what my abstract thought process sometimes looks like when I’m writing.
Sometimes it’s best to lie, just in case, for your own well being.
There’s desperation, and then there’s desperation.
For those possibly too young to have experienced this, when most people just had land-lines and not cell phones (probably til about 2005 or so), calls to change your long distance service were VERY common.
Ah Lenny. And to save you from having to look it up “Porphyria’s Lover” was a poem by Robert Browning, in which her lover comes to visit her and strangles her with her own long hair.
The house I grew up in had a dirt-floor stone-wall cobweb-covered basement. And a sump-pump which always reminded me the animated Disney movie “The Rescuers.” Hated going down there.
I am terrified of horror, gore, or ghost stories. But sometimes I like to dabble in writing them.
