Generally speaking, obsessions are not good. My dictionary widget defines “obsess” as: to fill the mind (of someone) continually, intrusively, and to a troubling extent. Normally when I hear that a person is saddled with an obsession, I feel uneasy … Continue reading
Poor Kyle: Good night, I love you. Me: You stink. Poor Kyle: Where? My backside or my mouth? Me: Gee, I dunno…it’s so hard to tell the difference sometimes. It’s also hard to stay mad at him for very long.
Children are like gardens, and in this analogy, I am totally unfit. Which is why I will never be a parent–because evidently, when one is responsible for more beyond one’s own self, one cannot frolic about the continent for months … Continue reading
In the two and a half years of our relationship, Poor Kyle and I have taken more road trips together than I can feasibly count. And since the new duty of “trailer fetcher” at the shop has fallen upon him, … Continue reading
I have a newfound respect for truck drivers. When I first met Poor Kyle, he was a semi truck driver. Clean shaven and hygienic though he was, I always felt like he could do so much more with his life … Continue reading
I know. Love, right? I’m sick of it. I’ve always sworn that anything I write should be for entertainment purposes–I have very little interest in writing words that aren’t funny. Believe it or not. I’ve just posted two serious love … Continue reading
In honour (or maybe a better term would be “begrudging acknowledgment”) of St. Valentine’s Day this week, I am going to write a series of love letters. But first, a tangent: Perhaps people may be wondering why I don’t seem … Continue reading