The Moment I Knew
Do you remember our trip to Washington? / When you laid your head upon my chest / I hoped you wouldn’t hear my heart jump, skip, repeat.
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The Best Of Times…And The Worst
There are two things you need to know about me; one, I don’t drink very often, and two, if I’ve done something once and didn’t like the experience, I never try to do it again. So, clearly, there’s a story as to why I’m like that. And I’m going to tell you it.
Read MoreGotta Catch ‘Em All
Last summer, when the whole world was really into Pokémon Go, I had a very awkward encounter, because of the gaming app. It was probably the middle of August, and I was riding around the island with Jeanette. I didn’t really play the game, but she was really into it, so what we did a lot that summer was venture out and find as many Pokémon as we could.
Read MoreMad As A Hatter
As crazy as it seems, the last time I flew into a rage was the other night. I made a horrible mistake, and I let my emotions get to the best of me. Looking back at it, I looked ridiculous. If anyone else had seen me, they would have thought that I was acting insane, that I was being overdramatic. But, in the moment, I didn’t feel like I was. My anger, my lashing out, felt justified.
Read MoreControl: A Revelation
I guess you can say I’m a control freak. But then again, I feel like people are more controlling than they lead on. I think it has more to do with certainties and order than anything else; I like knowing what’s going to happen next, so I can make clear decisions. But life isn’t like that, and boy, do I know it. Everything is about chance and is ever-changing; the decisions we make change our paths constantly.
Read MoreInspired Burst Of Energy
Isn’t it one of the weirdest feelings when you get randomly inspired at an inopportune time? Like a huge burst of energy, you have this sudden urgency to get moving. That’s what I felt the other night, just as I was about to fall asleep.
Read MoreIn The Midst of Silence
Casey followed Nina into Tarantino’s, much to her disdain. Unlike her best friend, Casey wasn’t really into the bar scene: the drinking, the dancing, the messiness. She didn’t like any of it.
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