When I pulled up into the driveway today, our neighbors had about half a dozen people over (they're all about a couple years younger than us), and they were sitting out on the stoop, drinking Bud and smoking.
"We're having a little early New Year's party," one of the dudes told me as I lugged my bags up my steps.
After the week I'd had being nice, I was ready to join them.
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.
We popped out into the sun-bleached streets, and there beside us were Corrin and Dafne, rising up the BART escalator. “Hey! You dressed up!” Corrin lit up and Dafne ducked behind him. With eight minutes to curtain, we walked briskly in the summer breeze. Kerstin nearly started skipping, a will-o’
I guess it was my fault. Kerstin would like the karaoke condoms to be accessible, right as you’re running out the door. In case of a karaoke emergency. I moved them, in a fit of spring cleaning, to the champagne bucket under the table with the car keys and