Monthly Archives: February 2011

Fifty degrees Fahrenheit. Sunny with highs expected in the upper sixties, zero chance of rain. Today’s the day I finally get under her and perform a proper diagnosis, find out what’s troubling the old girl. Examine her belly, her aching … Continue reading →

My tiny heart is ready to burst just from the fact that you chirped in my direction. You’re sick with a stomach flu. I’m sick with heartache. We’re a couple of invalids. Of course, we’re not a pair at all, … Continue reading →

I’m finally becoming more socially engaged and it’s beginning to open some doors for me. A young woman in my Linux class who I’d probably exchanged no more than a few words with last semester is now helping me in … Continue reading →

I’ll always miss dreaming with you.

There are many ways to mend a broken heart; one way is to face the truth and write about it. Though my version of the truth may end up being judged unacceptable by the lady involved — all people see … Continue reading →

I may be mistaken about this but if I woman really loves you she’s going to wait for you. If she really loves you she isn’t going to be making plans with her ex-boyfriend/fling/friend-with-benefits within a month of your visit … Continue reading →

It’s tempting to chase after an angel but it’s taxing my heart unnecessarily. No matter how much I tell myself I’m going to behave, this time I’m really going to behave, I’m simply too obsessive to keep myself from acting … Continue reading →

Had a rare Facebook chat today; here’s the transcript:                 ME You watching this?                 FRIEND Watching what?                 ME Egypt.                 FRIEND No, I am at work.                 ME Mubarek is about to speak, apparently.                 FRIEND Yeah, he’s stepping down.                 ME Turn on Al … Continue reading →

At this point in my life I’m pretty sure Valentine’s Day is my least favorite day of the year. The days leading up to the holiday swell with the anticipation of disappointment; remembrance of V-days past are filled with regret. … Continue reading →

I’m tired of not smelling you. I know you found my messages, I know you been hearin’ my howls…I know ‘cause I seen you out there this mornin’ sniffin’ up our bushes and our benches. I seen you smellin’ up … Continue reading →