*thinking* “Shoot, I’m late. Better call a cab.” “Wait. I’m not nearly ready and if I rush I’m going to forget something. Better get everything together first, then when I’m about five minutes from being ready – THEN call.” “Good.” I nodded to myself. “Smart thinking” I ignored the brightly coloured fairy lights flitting around [...]
Posts Tagged ‘living’
Whirling and whirling
Posted: January 24, 2012 in ADHD, LifeTags: ADD, ADHD, backtrack, forget, humor, Life, living, meds, shiny
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Tell the Truth
Posted: January 19, 2012 in Life, living, truth-tellingTags: blather, capricious, chit-chat, fire, I hate phones, living, passion, risk, romance, scary, truth
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU ALVIN!!!” Teacher barked in clear frustration. ”You’re acting. Stop it!” Teacher sat back in his chair, face all red, incensed. “Bob, sit down. Let me work with him.” Bobby quickly made his way to his seat and Teacher stood up at the front of the room and faced Alvin. “You’re [...]
Might Be Goy
Posted: August 22, 2011 in dating, humor, Life, living, romanceTags: apartment, artistic license, climate control, dating, humor, Jewish, living, water pressure
Have to admit: since moving in to the new place I find I’m falling more and more in heavy like with it. Not yet willing to pilot the boat to the end of the Tunnel of “Love” just yet. Give it time. Oh there are a few little annoyances. Like the fact that the laundry [...]
Release
Posted: June 24, 2011 in humor, Life, living, writingTags: divorce, living, marriage, taxi, writing
The capricious breeze sauntered carelessly through his stubborn hair, pushing this way and that until the dogged gel that was holding everything together finally sighed, shrugged its shoulders and gave up. Whereupon, the follicle company, mimicking the primordial warrior dance of the galaxies, began its mad performance. The hair’s owner, oblivious to the upper level [...]
Evaporate Into The Light
Posted: June 16, 2011 in LifeTags: dream, dreaming, Jitterbug Perfume, living, martyr, The Machine
The average looking girl, with her dirty blond hair in ponytail and harried face slips into the subway car and into her seat without anyone giving her notice. She’s not participating in the collective consciousness of the riders. She may as well not even be there. At the next stop, a guy walks in, clad in jeans [...]
