Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Get your glad rags on.

A refreshing discovery, that throwing parties four years ago it was typical to include 'byob' in the event details, amongst other 'polite rules.'

Now, due part to our age, the only thing that's typical is the response, 'What can I bring?' and we no longer have to worry that twenty strangers will show up uninvited.

Cheers to always having something to look forward to, otherwise, none of this is worth it.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Ankles splayed and all tied.

Not sure if going jogging is the most appropriate outlet anymore.
It's better than nothing, but what I really want to do is a floor exercise routine.
Tumbling pass after tumbling pass. The slow, then the fast.
The feeling that washes over you when you land something perfectly.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Fitter. Happier. More productive.

The biggest misconception I think my friends have about (me) getting married: I don't struggle with depression anymore. I've been getting leaned on an awful lot due to some unfortunate horseshit, which I'm fine with and very humbled by, but part of me thinks it's assumed that I have nothing to be sad about. That the things that made me sad two years ago are any easier to deal with now. They're not.

Friday, January 13, 2012

What I really want to respond.

Thank you for your e-mail ma'am. I do appreciate your correspondence. Am I correct to assume you are e-mailing me on behalf of your husband because his domain name is tunamcdermot and that in fact has nothing to do with his given name?
I'm happy to get this situation straightened out right away.