3.24.20 Bed, NYC We wake together and smile before we touch because we know the feeling that is coming. Last night we thanked each other for how much fun we’ve been having. She said she never feels dumb when she talks to me. I said I never worry about being right in a conversation. We …
People are coming out hot. I do feel a sense of pressure to be the best writer in the group because I created the group. It’s not an active thought but I catch it creeping around back there sometimes. I will try not to overcompensate for that by writing safely like a coward. I’m going …
9:26pm Shaky hands. Good to be back to boxing. I predicted 400 likes. We just surpassed it and we’re still climbing. Everyone is being so nice. She texted that she was crying when she read it. I cried for a second too. This is meaningful shit. I was afraid to post today because my last …
It’s possible that at the beginning of the day I could hate something that at the end of the day I love. I can go live in the mountain and miss everything I left at home but eventually the mountain becomes the only thing I know. Eventually, you can get used to anything. I’ve been …
“What if you had to choose between never seeing me again or having our forearms sewn together?” “What do you think babe?” “Never seeing me again?” “No! Sewn together!” I was walking today and noticing the things I was thinking that were funny and interesting. I wanted to save them for later, for when I …
I never connected that the world maniacal came from the word maniac. I wasn’t until I try to come up with a word for someone behaving like a maniac and said “He’s maniac-el” that it dawned on me. My whole fucking life it’s been hiding in the bushes just like that. Anger as a friend …
Is there some clever connection about titling an article entitled? Let me clear my throat here for a second. I will psychically fight all of the old timers complaining about the evolution of English grammar. People making comments like, “Webster’s decided to modify the original meaning for the word perfunctory to account for post modern …
I don’t know how many people out of the 162 or so in this group are actually contributing articles every day. There is a limitation on how many scrolls one can engage in on the feed. A point when the hateful itch of wasted time grabs the hair on my neck and tugs. I don’t …
I knew that would draw you in, because you’re sick. I try to avoid click bait in titles as much as possible. I had a friend that used to name all of her articles dramatically because she said it quadrupled the readership. And here’s what I think – I don’t give a shit how many …
I saw a tiny Vietnamese terrorist today. She was old and she was angry. And she was bleeding, which I didn’t need to know about. I never feel ill until I go to the doctors. For a place that is supposed to make you better they sure do a terrible job with ambiance. Like the …
