No one should ever drink a bottle and half of wine by themselves.
Especially not when said person has to be at work at 9am.
2 Dec 09
1 Dec 09
They're re-considering my dad for a transplant!
They looked at his heart again and decided it would be strong enough to make it through a transplant.
Anyone who has ever met my dad could tell you that a good heart has never been a problem.
Driving by my childhood apartment listening to Death Cab Cutie's "Brother's on a Hotel Bed" was possibly the most weirdly sad experience I've had in a while.
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I’m not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn’t break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Sometimes, I like things other people most likely find to be hideous.
The intensity with which I want these cowboy rainboots is kind of extreme.
My bank account will not allow me to purchase them, so don’t worry.
But still.
Oh my god! I love these. I share your love of ugly things. My sister told me once while giftshopping for me she thinks, “Is this ugly? Would everyone else hate it? YES! I’ll buy it for Allison.”
Oh man, this is exactly what it was like working at the paper. We called it "newscest."
OHnewsroom Two former colleagues: “It’s not like the good ole days when everyone would just get drunk and sleep with each other.”
30 Nov 09
Guys. I have a problem.
I was totally going to get chinese take-out and eat it my pjs, but spent four hours perfecting an angry letter that I have no intentions of actually sending.
It’s now 10:30 at night, and I had a handful of M&M’s for dinner AND I still have to drive across town to my friend’s parents’ house.I’m still in my work clothes, and I’m starving.
Let. it. go.
So. You know when you have feelings for someone when you know you shouldn’t, and you hang on to those feelings for entirely too long? And you’re 100 percent sure you should let them go and get over the whole thing, but it’s not as easy as it sounds?
Letting go. Now.
That’s it and that’s all.
My friends and I call this ‘being on the boat,’ because once, a long time ago, my friend was discussing this same problem and I said “Oh, I totally get it. I’m on the same boat.” It became a ridiculously, hilariously complicated metaphor and we utlimately concluded when you make the decision to let go you’ve reached land. And when you’re in a good, healthy, loving happy place, you are captain of the boat.
I love that! I am definitely working toward captain status.
Good! Because then you can set sail again. Hopefully you’ll find someone for the adventure, but if not, exploring alone is awesome too.
seriously with the cheese, Really? A boat metaphor? So corny!
Let. it. go.
So. You know when you have feelings for someone when you know you shouldn’t, and you hang on to those feelings for entirely too long? And you’re 100 percent sure you should let them go and get over the whole thing, but it’s not as easy as it sounds?
Letting go. Now.
That’s it and that’s all.
My friends and I call this ‘being on the boat,’ because once, a long time ago, my friend was discussing this same problem and I said “Oh, I totally get it. I’m on the same boat.” It became a ridiculously, hilariously complicated metaphor and we utlimately concluded when you make the decision to let go you’ve reached land. And when you’re in a good, healthy, loving happy place, you are captain of the boat.
