Seems fitting for a night such as this. . . I sure do love me some Emily D. We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision… Read more →
I write for me, and you read for you. You, the reader, are the one who chooses if you want to continue reading what I write. It seems to work okay; It’s a pretty neat system that’s been around for a few thousand years. Read more →
It's been a while since I've broken down. All it took was a prolonged discussion about the merits of peanut butter over 24 hours ago. Haven't stopped thinking about it since. Weak. If there were ice cream in the house, that would have been included, too. Bowl of Shame: Mini m&ms on peanut butter with side of Pumpkin Reese's.
Me: "Uh, what's going on with your hair?"R: "I messed it up."Me: "On purpose?"R: "Yeah."Me: [Think to myself, Is he doing this because he likes it? To get a rise out of me? Do I even care? Nope.] "Okay."