SPOILER: I'm not the muse. He is.
I’m on a train, a few hours from seeing my honey. I don’t make a big effusive deal; that’s just not my style. But yet! I am bursting with joy and trembling and I want to shout it! That I love this man more every day. This has been a post.
I spent all morning tending a fire pit so I’m stoned on tree sap smoke. Really.
ron-bailey: What do you have in your hand, she asked me. It’s nothing, I replied. Only just a firefly I caught in the yard. The first one I’ve seen this year. Jesus fuck, she said, suddenly furious. Why do you always have to do that? Why do you have to capture and hold onto everything? Why can’t you ever just let something exist? I’m sorry, I muttered. I didn’t want it to get away. ...
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for...– Rosemary Urquico (via wordsthat-speak)
Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of...– Hunter S. Thompson knew how to do it. (via reconnoitre)
One Night Stand Goes Awry in Lockdown Boston →
My favorite part, probably because I assume I have done this too: […] she reminded me that last night I had apparently forgotten where her apartment was and attempted to locate her by literally yelling her name in the street. A full block from where she lives, as it turns out.
Because sometimes I sincerely cannot remember what...
I just roll with it.
Actual conversation with Ron:
I don't know why you put up with me. I'm ridiculous.
Because I love you.
I must be really cute.
Look at me, Mommy! I’m your favorite color!– Bean, brandishing a purple Sharpie he found under the couch
Text messages every few hours all night from the Harvard alert system about the shooting at MIT last night, the ensuing chase through Watertown, a dangerous package discovered at MIT and now, at 5:42am, Harvard University closed due to public safety concerns and the police urging everyone to stay inside.
What do you know about DBT?
ron-bailey: I think the biggest lesson I’ll take away from Roger Ebert’s death is that those of us who are on the side of the angels have to step up our game - Mr. Ebert is gone, and his passing leaves a huge hole in the realm of public discussion. It’s time for us to tell the stories and create conversation and magic - if we don’t do it, these things aren’t going to get done anymore.
Geography eats paste.
Ron is leaving on Thursday so you can look forward to my heckling geography. These are tears of a clown, oui.
Everything he says about my inbox is a lie.
Ron is here and he and Bean are totally ignoring me.
The answer to “can I take this box of your stuff to the dump?” will always always be “NO, motherfucker, you may not.”
You remember that Chris Rock bit about GEDs?
He says - I’m paraphrasing - that after you get your GED there’s always some smartass who says HEY! NOW YOU CAN GO TO COLLEGE. And I’m like, SLOW DOWN. Because I think it’s pretty obvious HIGH SCHOOL KICKED MY ASS. That’s what it’s like as I climb out of this mental health sinkhole. I have a few good days in a row, manage to eat, sleep, not choke on my...
Actual conversation with my therapist:
Me: [unrelated confession]
Her: OK. Is there anything else you haven't told me?
Me: Yes. I've started smoking weed again. I've decided it's better for me than pharmaceuticals.
Her: That depends. Who do you get it from?
Me: A friend of a friend.
Her: Is it good?
Me: Yes. Very.
Her: Then I'm all for it.
I just looked over the last month or so of my...
I bet you guys are getting sick of that photo of...
Don’t worry, I’ll have a word with him.
I know that this kind of truth makes people...
It’s selfish of me, actually, because the only reason I’m baring my soul like this is I’m hoping it’ll save my life. I’m hoping that by speaking the truth out loud, I’ll lose the ability to lie to myself.
thirteen things (serious post is serious)
1. Janet Geringer Woititz, the lady who wrote Adult Children of Alcoholics, tells the story that when she was doing press tours for the book, whenever she’d arrive at the radio station or whatever, almost invariably she’d discover that someone had taken the book. So she took to always bringing an extra (or four). 2. I came across that anecdote the other day and told my mom about it....
Love isn't even close to all you need but it sure...
You know how when you're about to call a new...
for the first time you write down your own number because you know if you don’t you are going to blank on everything except maybe - if you’re lucky - the area code?
When I said the world is your canvas I did not...