Last year, working in Ireland, having a pint in the cold outside a Dalkey pub with some new friends, a woman with purpose strode past us. Puffy parker zipped to the nape and her bowed head covered in a scarf. One of my new friends muttered an exclamation, jumped up
My daughter sent this text during the break of Day 2 of the bar exam. Iโm going to go ahead and tell you, this guy not only is going to pass but he is going to make the most money in the room.
Today I am lonely. I am sad. I am tired of being stuck by myself, feeling cut off and having no one to share random things and small joys with. I am disconnected from this I know & care for. And I don't know how to make any of this work, or connect with anyone.
Where I am today.
I need a sugar daddy for one item and one only. I just need a car. Not a fancy car (but an EV would be nice), just a normal, I need to get to work and occasionally to see my friends car.
Nero is on his last legs, I fear, and now is not a good time for him to go down.
46 Me: Reading Pierre Labriolle's take on the awesomeness of Tertullian & less awesomeness on Apuleius and Marcus Aurelius, which I guess is a take...not a great one...
12 Me: *still singing #NKOTB songs loudly & squealing over concert*
Welcome to my brain on coffee, people!
I saw NKOTB tonight. I hugged Donnie and Danny. Held Joeyโs hand. My 12-year-old self may never recover. I still swoon over Joe, sadly. Why do I remember all the words to their music after thirty years? #nkotb#yaamava