CW: Last week, across the street…
Originally posted on One day at a time…:
Last week, I spotted you across the street.You winked at me from above the newspaper.“Nothing,” I barked back when my friends asked at what I kept looking.They could not see you if they tried.Then, I laughed and downed a drink or two.You blend in well. Yesterday, I caught sight of you creeping outside my window.You grinned at… Continue reading CW: Last week, across the street…
A movie review, but only because I’m mad.
This has spoilers. I was initially going to put the word “spoiler” in the text when I approached something that would be one, but I quickly realized this would be annoying. Reason four-thousand, two-hundred and ninety-seven why I hate doing reviews. Anyhow, this thing is full of spoilers. If you read it, you’ll know the secrets. You’ve been warned. My Netflix My List is out … Continue reading A movie review, but only because I’m mad.
Burritos and saunas.
I’m hungry. I tell myself I shouldn’t be hungry, that I haven’t been hungry for lunch in quite some time. I’m hungry despite the argument. I have frozen burritos. They’re a bit of a pain in terms of work. Fruit is easier, but it’s not what I want. Lie. It’s not what I need. I need more protein in my life, and fruit is lacking. … Continue reading Burritos and saunas.
Love, belonging, and bathtubs.
I had a few thoughts while lying in the bath. It’s my new smoking: I think of things I might want to write about there. It’s less convenient: the inspiration that occurred while puffing was easy to add to my phone for later fleshing out. I don’t keep my phone next to the tub for “can’t afford to replace it” reasons. And the idea of … Continue reading Love, belonging, and bathtubs.
