I got on the Nothing Train. It had a sign but the sign was blank. It was a blank yellow sign that didn't even flash. Still I got on because it was there. I stepped one sneaker after the other onto the train car. I was wearing my white converse that day. It was a [...]
I thought a lot about the post I wrote the other day. I was in an exasperated state. When you have children you try your best to be a good parent. That was a hard day for me. My daughter was throwing a massive tantrum and I just wanted it to end. I also wanted [...]
It's okay if you don't like me. Really it is. I have a problem where I want everyone to like me. It's seriously a problem. I think it's called being a human being. I don't know how to get over this problem. The only solution I have is to articulate this sentence: I do not [...]
This story started as a Facebook post. "To the millennial employees who just kicked me out of the fancy coffee shop because my 5 year old was losing her shit - i can't fucking WAIT till you have kids." I wrote this status because this actually happened to me and my daughter in a store [...]
On the series Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Angel (Angelus) turns evil after experiencing one moment of true happiness when he makes love to Buffy. For those of you that don't know the story, I'll break it down for you: Angel is a 200 plus year old vampire who tortured and maimed several human beings. He [...]
Touch me again. Hold me close. Be in me. I feel your skin. Everything is horrible and wonderful wrapped up in a hurricane. You're my drug. I breathe you in and feel you inside me. Warmth and exhilaration resonates through my body. Starting inside my chest and pouring all the way down out me. You don't [...]
I don't want to write this because if I write this I admit that I have a problem. I'm not a drinker or drug addict, that is not my problem. Though I used to work in a residential treatment facility, so I know many nice recovered addicts. Anyway, the point is, I have a problem. [...]
Ripped open raw tiny shards of glass infiltrate my chest and I can't stop looking down. The blood pours poorly It is slow and it is painful and I don't want to hear your voice again because it reminds me that I can never be right in your eyes. What does it mean [...]
