Miss Me, Miss Me Good
It is 2014, the dawn of a new year and everything is going great until I get a text out of the blue that disrupts my calm… it’s a text message from mr horrible. What does he have to say to me? Something stupid about how he misses me and he wonders if I miss him. Dude, no.
Eeyore Quit Calling Me
She called for the entire morning commute. I tried jokes. I tried changing the subject. Nothing worked. Conclusion: I can't help her. I just have to let her be.
Too Stupid To Live
Love the show. The Big Bang Theory is one of my faves right now, but when are they going to fix the goddamn elevator?
Tales from the High Road
My brother asked for my help moving, then slept through it. A rant about flaky people, ignored texts, and why the high road was the only road left.
Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
