Category: musings

the burden of stuff

Since January, in preparation for the move, we’ve been going through our stuff and donating or tossing the items we no longer want or need. “You know what would be fun?” I thought. “It would be fun to...

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how we got over

There’s no one thing you can point to, in the end. There isn’t 1 weird trick that fixes temporary apathy in a relationship; that rekindles a connection. I know. I was certain they’d made a pill for that by now....

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the right equipment

Last Friday night I leaned across a narrow wooden arm rest and proffered my friend a Coke Zero into which I had poured white rum. I would have normally chosen whiskey, but the circumstances of a crowded theater prevailed. Once...

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years

Black Friday was anything but; we drowned in sunshine and shirtsleeves as we unwound tightly...

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earthquake weather

chat with kim, 11/13/08 7:09 PM me: the wind is warm and it smells like fire outside 7:10 PM kim: uh oh late season santa anas? me: not sure what’s going on it smells very fire-y in here though and i’m...

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bad romance

The beau just described our relationship as “friends with benefits, plus commitment,” and I was like yeah, that’s pretty spot-on. It got me thinking, though. I occasionally wonder sometimes if we’re...

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see what they see

The beau and I don’t argue very often. But lately, when we do, it’s been about photographs. Specifically, mine.  Specifically, how I hate any photograph of me ever taken. And how he’s a dick for insisting...

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