Jobs are like men. I get the wrong ones.

I’m only here because I promised myself I would post every day. And that means I have to log on. What? Is that not what you wanted to hear? Sorry, sorry. I’m starting a new job tomorrow – I mean *glances at invisible watch* today. It’s minimum wage, barely any hours, but will be meaningful.Continue reading “Jobs are like men. I get the wrong ones.”

“Unsent message to my Ex, who doesn’t want eyes on his paper”

It’s 2am. Let’s strive to find a bit of poetry in this “Message to my Ex,” one that I coined this evening in the notes on my phone. I’ll never send it. I’d much rather show it to you. So, the following is a copy-and-paste-poem with selections from my unsent message. Perhaps someone out thereContinue reading ““Unsent message to my Ex, who doesn’t want eyes on his paper””