The conversation got around to where we were from. I asked Sarge to go first, because my story would be longer.…
OK, I am going to admit something here. When I was single, I was quite jealous of people in relationships. Not bad relationships, because who has time for that? But the good, solid, heart-melt relationships. I have a boyfriend now, and he’s quite lovely. So lovely in fact, that I would be jealous of myself if that were possible. Even though it isn’t, I am a little bit. I asked him if I could write this on here, and he…
When I started this blog, oh so long ago, I wanted to post every day. At least until it became a habit. But I have another habit. No, it isn’t collecting job-application rejections. It’s reading. More specifically, it’s books. Actual page-and-ink books. I have a lot of them. I try not to dog-ear the pages or crack the spines, but I read them. Well, I’ve read most of the ones I have. When Borders was open, I practically lived there. …
I’ve lived in Edinburgh a few months now, and I’ve discovered a few things about myself, and the world. I like lists, and so in no particular order: The only thing I hate more than slow-walkers are slow-walkers who stop short. On a hill. In front of me. Sometimes I can’t avoid nipping people’s heels, and I’ve developed a points system for when this happens. 50 points if they act like they don’t notice, 100 points if they say ‘ouch’,…
