That's The Second Time Today
I just wrote five paragraphs. They were pretty good too. My PC became stuck in the slow lane, I lost my cursor, something was gurgling …
This summer I turned fifty. I'm supposed to be wise. So why do I love a married man? I am a cliche. But I'll work this all out somehow
This summer I turned fifty. I'm supposed to be wise. So why do I love a married man? I am a cliche. But I'll work this all out somehow
Film, art, politics, poetry, photography, cheesecake, the human psyche...
Film, art, politics, poetry, photography, cheesecake, the human psyche...
I just wrote five paragraphs. They were pretty good too. My PC became stuck in the slow lane, I lost my cursor, something was gurgling …
I seem to have fallen into a love triangle. I drew a triangle in my journal last night and decided it looked like a rather uncomfortable place to be (cramped space, too much crouching required). So where is the door? I think I know how to get out of the triangle and back to 90 degree angles - Honesty. Not the kind that hurts people. I think I'll start simple...If honesty is the answer I will try to stop lying to myself.