Each has an individual feel. Some are plush and overstuffed as armchairs, cushioned with extra days. Others are fuzzworn, thread-stretched, paltry days to rest, to work. Neither of these happens over such weakened weekends.
Posts under ‘Lurve/Luff/Like’
The Year of Yes
In light of recent conversations, I think back to the difference I’ve noted between what I have experienced and what I have recorded. This blog is a kind of flimsy, volatile little container. There are some things I steer clear away from, because this blog is not that kind of blog or because I am not comfortable at this time with being that kind of blogger.
Dating a half-breed
Sometimes I wish Cade were more Jewish.
His dad is non-practicing; his mom’s a Buddhist. That’s interesting, I guess. Still. I want to know the mysteries of the yarmulke. How does it stay on without clips or bobby pins? (I don’t like when guys wear clips or bobby pins I can see. It’s just wrong, and makes the yarmulke look like something faddy from Wet Seal).
Already thankful
This time last year, I was alone. It was the third consecutive year that I would be away from my family, my kitchen table, the leaves tightly fastened to the branches of oak and mesquite trees. I didn’t really care, because Thanksgiving has always been a mere respite from school for me. It doesn’t mean family or food or thanks. It’s just a break with a large meal I pick at.
Moving on
She called in tears.
City love
Big city.
We fought and
pangs of fear
struck me.
Cornered wrong
Origami of Apology
You make me stronger
All day I
carry a
secret
I wouldn’t
know how to
reveal.
Rate-A-Date: Cade
Occupation: Corporate dude at an investment bank/my boyfriend
