The start is always the hardest part. That is probably why they invented alarm clocks and coffee. The alarm clocks (that’s right, clocks) get me out of bed but I maintain a zombie-like posture until I’ve had that first cup. It’s a ritual, sparked by an electronic gadget that automatically conceives a cup of coffee [...]
I ran into a friend the other day. He was with a colleague of his at that moment and he introduced us to each other. While shaking hands, she said “Nice to meet you”. It might just be a function of time, I know that given enough time I can change that feeling. I wanted [...]
“Don’t tase me bro”, I don’t ever want to be in a situation where I have to use those words. The concept that people should not tase me goes without saying. Where it goes, I don’t know. And yet, I must admit that there are situations where a taser could come in handy. I don’t [...]
I was out with a couple of friends the other day, and even though I live here, I had trouble finding my way around. I have reason to believe that I was born with a directional disability. I was advised that I look for and follow the signs around me. The advice was, of course, [...]
Dear Diary,
I am guilty as charged. As I flip through these pages I notice that I do not ever call you dear. Which raises the question: are you, in fact, dear to me? If so, then what is it that makes you so? Maybe it’s just something people say without thinking too much about it. [...]
Word
is a
four
letter word.
Play,
too, is a four letter word.
So is
loss.
Win, however, is not.
Love
is a four letter word, and so is
gain.
Hate
and
hurt
are four letter words, and so is
pain.
Shit
is a four letter word, and so is
bull.
Bullshit ought to be a four letter word.
Hell,
undoubtedly, is a four letter word.
Heaven, surely, is not.
So as I stand, I am
done
with four letter words.
I was listening to the radio the other day and this song started to play. It was as if the song was speaking to me in such a way that it was about me. I wanted a chance to clarify/expand.
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you [...]
Diary and diarrhea are not particularly comparable, not at least in any scientific sense. My father always used to say that if there is an elephant in the room, you should point it out. One time he said it while pointing at mother. He slept that night on the kitchen floor and spent the subsequent [...]