Fuck my pretentious
fucking neighborhood. Fuck it right in the eyeball.
In fact, fuck Tina’s neighborhood while we were at it, all the places where
people thought they needed to hole up as if other people were the goddamned
apocalypse. You couldn’t walk to the fucking Seven-Eleven without a lunch
break.
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Monday, October 24, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
Back where you don't want to be
Think about the times you've cried. The hardest, the longest, the most intense, the worst. The times that left you pallid and shaking, changed.
Then write about it.
Shit. It's Friday night. Can't I drink instead?
Then write about it.
Shit. It's Friday night. Can't I drink instead?
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Amazing book
He was no longer sure, he in fact had never been sure,
whether he liked his life because he really did or whether he liked it because
he was supposed to. - Chiamanda Ngozi Adichie, "Americanah"
Monday, October 3, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Exhausted
Being the primary caregiver for a toddler is draining. There's really no way around it. Especially for someone like me, who never planned or prepared for it.
I love my son. I also love my free time, quiet and chaos-free moments. How can I reconcile the two? I haven't the slightest.
But I'm sitting at a cafe now, and instead of bitching, let's put that energy into writing.
I love my son. I also love my free time, quiet and chaos-free moments. How can I reconcile the two? I haven't the slightest.
But I'm sitting at a cafe now, and instead of bitching, let's put that energy into writing.
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