I realized recently that as I grow older, my tolerance for bullshit and noise, literal and otherwise, has constantly diminished. Impressing others and pretending to
I’m a pretty neurotic person. Worrying about anything–from the possibility of having an aneurysm to whether I cooked the meat well enough to whether I’m good
Because every day I learn more and more little things about my husband. –
Timmy’s dad frequently teased him that he lost his edge when he started to become happy. That is, when we started being in a relationship.
Trump just attacked Syria. I try not to think about it. But I do. These thoughts concerning the possibility of a third world war got
I am a minimalist. Normally I wouldn’t use such a popular label onto myself, but that is what would accurately describe my lifestyle right now.
If there is one thing Timmy is way better than I am at (except buffets), that is ice skating. During beecation last April, he showed
I miss being with Timmy. It’s as if everything is duller without him by my side. But I don’t want to write a sad post.
There were four times I consciously tried to ignore Timmy: twice when we were separated by almost 9000 miles, twice when we were less than
At least, not in the way you’re thinking. Before we were even officially in a relationship, I knew dating Timmy, a white American, would be
A few months since we’ve been together, I’ve wanted to try watching a movie with Timmy. However, I felt shy asking him to do it