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H: Gym.
me: Who?
H: No, THE GYM.
me: Which Jim?
H: Can we talk when we get home?
me: You're bringing him home?
H: (click)
me: HELLO!
The average bee lives just over a month. The queen is not your average bee. While that may seem obvious, she is also more docile than your average bee. That makes it easier to pinch her dead when it's time to replace her.
It seems like she could talk for minutes without saying anything specific to the issue. Somehow I need to separate myself from her and get back to the office. Maybe I can find something online. Hopefully.
After the divorce, the binges, the fights with the parents, Luke knew it was time to reinvent himself and begin acting like he had some sense.
If anything, his self-awareness worked. Finally.
I could never get the damn tomatoes watered without a tangle in the hoses. I'm really beginning to believe that a balcony and coiled hoses is a recipe for a mess. Fuck the city. Just fucking fuck it.
I think these are outdated.
Try it anyway. I think they're flying away.
I am! I am! The cap came off but I can't pull the string, my fingers are too cold.
darkness that can only be escaped with a tawny port at hand.
that and love.
kiss.
i lived my life behind it.
we sprayed it with Lysol between shifts.
it did not define me.
i regret how much I could have made it all better. for me.
i learned that “most people” are all that and more.