Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know you. … … Could you...– Hurley, hating on me before realizing he is injured and needs my help.
Hates being right
Kohen: YOUR TIME IS VALUABLE. MUCH TOO VALUABLE TO WASTE IT ON SOMETHING THATS NOT HAPPENING. AT LEAST FIND SOMEONE THAT STANDS A CHANCE OF WORKING OUT
(11: 57:15 PM): AND THATS A BIG OL KEK
The Evil Erika 11: 58 pm
(11: 58:24 PM): You are right
(11: 58:28 PM): ... wow
(11: 58:42 PM): Kohen, of all people, talked some sense into me
Kohen: I HATE BEING RIGHT. DAMN IT
(12: 01:07 AM): I LIKE YELLING. IT MAKES ME FEEL MOAR IMPORTANT
Break another little piece of my heart
Its like a little tiny piece of my heart gets eroded away, every time I say goodbye. Its even worse when they are clearly upset. They need me. But I am not there. I’m here, ironically, for them. Every tear is another chip knocked out of the foundation. How long until the entire structure comes down?
Every morning, I take the same 8:28 am train into Boston. Every morning, the same people get on at the next stop, Morton St. Every morning, at Upham’s Corner the same dude in a hoodie gets on, presumably on the way to school. Occasionally he smells like he smoked a bowl just before boarding the train. But every morning, for sure, he walks by me just as I am yawning, looking like a...
If you saw some short chick booking it through Boston Common yesterday afternoon, wearing flip flops, clutching a purse in one hand and desperately holding her dress pants up with the other hand, while in a panic to get to her car to see if her wallet was there… yeah, that was me. Driving straight to work from Cape is a BAD idea. I was a completely dis-organized mess, not to mention...
It’s Oktoberfestival time apparently. Damn Nazi bar is celebrating. All I can...– McGarry, suffering in PA
people play wow because they are socially dysfunctional– Kohen, sharing words of wisdom.
Why is it so hard for you to put clothes on?– Hurley, regarding my inability to dress according to Boston weather
I can now blog directly from my phone. So the next time an eccentric dude in a flowing skirt tries staring me down, I can document it with a pic and upload it while staring back at him and flipping him off. Nice.