Today I began reminiscing on a dinner I had with a seventy-something year old woman a few days ago. This woman was the high school attendance lady at my old school. With Lilly and Sam by my side, we sat down in a booth at a nearby restaurant and caught up with her. After recapping…
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The Witt Chapter.
Summer is upon us and while some may be basking in the sun, Witt is spending her days working at the Frito Lay chip factory. As I sit back and drink a cold beer, I read the post sent to me by my dear friend, and I begin to feel her pain. Witt has has…
Seeking a Roman Holiday.
Spending my Friday night laying in bed watching Roman Holiday grew to be more exciting than deemed. As I lay there watching Audrey and Gregory gallivant around Rome, the idea dawned upon me of how I desperately need to go on some sort of trip. With the idea fresh in my mind, I quickly texted…
Blonde roots and Rebellion.
After taking a leisurely bike ride to the lake, I parked my bike and sat down on a stone facing the water. With Passion Pitt playing through my ear buds, I watch the sun fade on the horizon. The great thing about the lake is how calm and serene the atmosphere is. With seven ducks…
The waiting game Pt. 2 (Avoidance & Alcohol).
Spending the later portion of the evening with Lilly and a round(s) of Cosmos, I finally understood what is to be the most AGGRAVATING thing in this world: Not being upfront. Being upfront does not always mean that you need to be a complete dick and tell someone off, it means that you have the…
In search of the Trifecta.
Tying my hair quickly in a bun, I began searching through documents in pursuit of one specific piece of paper that holds the secrets of my past. As I rummage through numerous documents, my mind begins racing with fear and the thought of all the repercussions that I might face. Dismissing the fears, it is…
The truth: Clearing the air.
One hundred. One hundred posts and counting. It has been just eight months since the creation of this blog, and I am positively blown away about what it has grown into. Over these short eight months, I have chronicled the nitty gritty details of my life, and have let you all into my own little…
Misery loves company.
Nothing is stronger than a martini and a good story. When at a bar you are often surrounded by many individuals drinking the night away with a couple friends, but on the odd occasion you might find someone on their own. There are really only a few reasons that someone could be alone at a…
Lesson One: Don’t be a dick.
Before I start my usual writing, I am going to make a social commentary about the idiocy of the younger generation. Watching the news, I find myself laughing hysterically at the shenanigans that the youth of today have gotten themselves into. The newest fad to find its way into the school yard is the act…
Seeking refuge in the fear.
Spending my saturday evening laying in bed listening to The Pretty Reckless, I cannot help but reminisce about the events of the last few days. For the past few hours I have been toying around with the idea of fear, and how it disables us from moving forward in our lives. Everyone has their own…
Americanos and pitiful loathing.
Showing up a day early for my doctors appointment, I decide to go to the neighbouring Starbucks to sit and write. After escaping suburbia and taking a subway into the city, I am now sitting amongst the hustle and bustle of this fast paced environment. With a venti Americano, I am out the door ready…
Work, bars, more work & then wine.
Day three in suburbia and I have found myself undoubtedly dying from boredom. I need some sort of thrill in my life as a way to bring some manifestation of excitement. It seems as if we have all moved forward in our lives of the suburban, for we have all attained some form of summer…
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