January 2011
2 posts
...old acquaintance be forgot
As 2010 slowly becomes an old acquaintance and 2011 is getting bundled to be left on our doorstep I find myself stuck in the inbetween trying to assess why I find myself in a funk about the change to the year born anew.
It could have been my lack of soda. It could be a long stressing holiday season in a job that keeps incessant demands of my services with no reward for my efforts. It could be the...
December 2010
2 posts
the 31 year itch
Puberty was never a benchmark in life I felt I excelled at. I found myself lacking that extra fluff of warmth in winter that most regular men who weren’t pubescently challenged seemed to have by the buschel on all hemispheres. I’m wondering if this is how young girls with subtler mammaries lament when witnessing a buxom and full figured girl. Though the argument is probably one of...
You could say its a mission statement...
Long before I’ve ever held a defined relationship, I’ve been in a deep passionate romance with the bleak and desiccant season of Winter. The surly old man with his frigid gusts and bleak, dreary days who often gave us glimpses of his beauty. A beauty seen on a crisp sun drenched morning as a fresh blanket of snow nestled on branches and window sills. The sound of the morning melt-off...
