Monthly Archives: January 2011

I’m not being fair, though. It’s true. Part of me wants to say this so that when she reads my prior post she’ll know that I’m not a completely unappreciative jerk. (I’m still an unappreciative jerk but not completely.) I’m … Continue reading →

She watches everything. When I pick up the phone and carry it into the next room, she takes note. She notices me carrying my laptop outside. She sees the door of my room close, watches the light turn out. I … Continue reading →

It’s really hard. This silence. I’d emailed her to tell her how badly I missed her and those are the words she responded with. This was yesterday evening. I didn’t actually discover her response until later, after a series of … Continue reading →

Once again, it’s time to turn to writing. Rather than watching today’s first playoff game I’ll take this time to focus on the written word. (Don’t worry, though, I’ll probably be done with this post and enjoying the second playoff … Continue reading →

This morning I woke up cold, my dick burning. The hand soap I’d used the night before had transmutated into an excruciatingly painful penis poison overnight and this morning I found myself enjoying the spectacle of an itchy and swollen … Continue reading →

Every day I must write. What I write doesn’t have to be notable, it doesn’t have to be well-edited, it doesn’t have to be worthy of linking to or mentioning on Facebook. But I must write, every single day. I … Continue reading →

This morning I woke up earnestly in mind to focus on being productive. First I’ll take a piss, I thought, then have some coffee, then I’ll make another list and get going on it…just like I did yesterday. It was … Continue reading →

One of my goals for this year is to write more consistently, and what I mean by that is that I wish to write more regularly and to write with more purpose. I don’t intend to populate this blog with … Continue reading →