maybe the words aren't always kind, but they're never meant to make you feel alone (just to stand up to you)

here we are again 
September 19th, 2016 10:45 pm +
Remind me to write about the "I don't want to ________ when we ____________ anymore" proclamation

"You're so disengaged when it comes to money" but then when I try to address it I,m shut out like I did something wrong

My brother gets married this weekend and where am I. We can't even agree on whether we are going together. What's the point

compasless and nowhere-bound 
October 30th, 2015 11:27 pm +
Vincent • 11:43 AM
not much
what's going on in your lifesteez

me • 11:44 AM
oph the usual
trying to avoid a redo of my yearly autumnal existential crisis
i might have to start drinking again to manage that

Vincent • 11:44 AM
what's that entail?
is it pre SAD disorder?

me • 11:45 AM
the avoidance is like, i start running more, start doing things that give me the illusion of getting my shit together, and planning stuff to do with meg
the crisis, if it gets to that stage is like, i listen to a lot of The National, stay up too late, and look up the ones that got away on facebook
what's up with you?

garbage idiot coward 
July 19th, 2015 10:52 pm +
cursory safety inspection, chain is tight, tires new, engine has acquired a sound rather like pennies clinking but only if you listen close, in third gear, throttle half open, pulling over the bridge leaning deep into the exit ramp and weaving around the sign marked "beach closed", halfheartedly stopping at the guard station. all clear, pulling through against traffic, the beachgoers returning home drunk with sun and coors. motoring slowly until past the first beach and then kicking the small engine up into high 4th, settling back in the seat, hearing nothing but the wind in my open helmet, letting the rumbling of the single cylinder shake loose any remaining thoughts from my skull

July 19th, 2015 12:55 am +
not sure what happens next. sometimes when it slows down, work is off my mind, the animals are fed, meg is away, i forget who i am. without easy labels, boxes, definitions, who are we. what would i be without you, and this. blank

July 14th, 2015 7:11 pm +
bottle up and explode

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