Some of you may remember I have a thing for beautiful and nostalgic short films. This is my new favourite: Imagine emails and 2,853 text messages flying around and you’ve got the first 5 months of Sarge and me. Complete with trains and shyness. And now I want paper airplanes at the wedding! What made you happy today?…
It’s been 15 days since I’ve been outside and I’ve been ill for 13 of them. In that times I think I’ve regressed, reading Stephen King and listening to music in bed, and deciding that I might just like It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. By osmosis. Sarge is sick now, too, see. We are sharing the TV. And the cough syrup. It’s my fault that he’s sick. Because when I’m sick, I get extra mushy. I want to hug the…
I didn’t make it to my personal training session on Wednesday. I’d spent the night before with a throwing up bug, which won over my throwing up phobia at least six times. At about 4 in the morning, I thought it’d be a stellar idea to sleep in the bathroom. Instead, I went back to bed and spooned with Freddy The Fuck It Bucket. Named after what I yelled out right before I spewed into it. It gave me some…
I think I might be one. If you think you are too, here are the warning signs: Your job is all you can talk about. Until you become a boring stresshead to your friends. You know, the people who knew you before you got the job. The people who know you are indeed American, but you haven’t really lived there for 17 years, so your Americaness is well, no BFD. You’re sitting in your jacket and scarf and boots. With…
In an update on Coffeegate 2012, say hello to Truman Bubbles: As you can see from the photo, Truman comes with a very safe, very wireless keyboard. (The marshmallow was consumed very soon after this photo was taken. I was worried about sugar-damage. ‘Have you learned nothing?’ I said to Sarge. Regular blogging will resume tomorrow. Right now, I must type up the pages of my handwritten Nano novel . The name is in honour of Truman Capote. The middle name suggested by…
