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Always Working on a Project
Flea Market Guy and I went to the fair. It’s odd how normal things have been. Well, I don’t really know if they’ve been normal, because I don’t think I’ve ever had a “normal” or “healthy” relationship, but the last few weeks with FMG have seemed pretty “normal” and “healthy.” So we went to the… Read more
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Just Write
I would never attempt to call myself the shining example of what a writer is supposed to be. I hardly even call myself a write. But I do try to write daily. I missed yesterday because I ended up going to a poetry slam almost straight from work and by time I got home, I… Read more
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Super Therapist is Closing Shop
I had an appointment with Super Therapist today. I spent 45 of our 60 minutes together bitching about work. I hardly ever talk about work because I rarely let it affect me. Today, though, I had a small panic attack at work. Not the kind that leaves me in tears and unable to breathe or… Read more
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You Can’t Want it More Than They Do
Last week ended on a pretty high note. I closed on the house I’ve been trying to buy despite my “snarky” letter to the needy underwriter. And Flea Market Guy is going on 18 days sober and has been pretty perfect so far. Well, as perfect as someone trying to get their shit together can… Read more
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Little Victories
Today marks 2 weeks of Flea Market Guy’s sobriety and almost two weeks of us living together. Both have been surprisingly pleasant. I think part of the success was FMG moving in with me. Even though it wasn’t under the circumstances that I would have wanted it which would have looked like lots of conversation… Read more
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Exercise or Die
I’m always on a quest to get healthier. I don’t believe in quick weight loss magic and I don’t really believe in fad diets. I’m all for surgery if a person needs it, but for me, I try to do the natural thing like not eating ice cream for breakfast and exercising. Both are torturous,… Read more
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