Yesterday, in the faculty lounge, this happened:
Fellow teacher: Hey, how are you?
Me: Good. How are you?
Fellow teacher: How about you? Dating anyone? 904 more words
My memories of Kurt Cobain are complicated.
I remember being shocked by his death, thinking, in my high school naivete, that rock stars live forever, forgetting that “forever” is long after the abandonment of this mortal coil. 816 more words
It’s been real, but I’m out of here. I have to thank you for the occasional entertainment, for the consistent distraction, for the illusion of prosperity in a land of paucity, for the sporadic ego boost — but mainly you have been a perpetual reminder that dating sucks and that douchebags are everywhere. 193 more words
I need a break.
I crave change and stimulation, but usually it works out that these come in bits and pieces. My life is fairly status quo, or at least has been for a while, and so new things can be rolled in (or out) gradually, like my own personal “ 653 more words