Not Interested
I know that I’m a meat-eating, AC-loving hypocrite with an oversized soapbox.
I know that I’m a meat-eating, AC-loving hypocrite with an oversized soapbox.
What my heart craved was tangible, and all that I got was virtual.
The first time I drove into the parking lot of my high school as a summer employee rather than a student, I almost threw up.
It feels good to have a growing sense of where I live.
Blind tenacity doesn’t quite seem to fit this season.
Anyone who creates knows there’s freedom in constraints.
It is so good to get back into a crowd, but it’s harder and stranger and lonelier than I expected it would be.
I honestly don’t know that they give us any hard truths.
He’s the uncle that snores so I don’t like him, but he’s also the uncle that catches all the fish.
And blah blah blah, we all know the analytic drill here.