Monthly Archives: June 2011
1.) Architect; there’s an erection joke in here somewhere. 2.) Nutritionist; this is really just a title for how he is judging your eating habits anyways. 3.) Judge (I shouldn’t have to explain this one). 4.) Police Officer; shiny badge, … Continue reading
It was an afternoon when the tangerine bubbles in my glass made me light-headed, but feel something. You had just gotten back from hot dusty roads in Iraq, and I could tell from the rivers on your face that your … Continue reading
Because sometimes, everyone knows but you.
There was a day a long time ago that I decided my personal space is very small. Maybe I’ve become temporarily colorblind because lately everything has lost its dye. Maybe I need to clean the ashes from my glasses. I … Continue reading
Alanis Morissette released a song on her 2002 album Under Rug Swept titled “21 Things I Want in a Lover.” It must be nice to be a rock star, because a regular ole guy like me can’t be that choosey. … Continue reading
I get frustrated at my own forgetfulness. I’m clumsy at times, too. But at least with clumsiness you can laugh about it. If I lose my keys or my wallet I just lose time. Then, I’m late to the places … Continue reading
Growing up, I guess I never really thought about who I was in my sexuality. I knew I liked boys, but I didn’t equate that to a clean-cut label branded over my heart. I knew I seemed different than other … Continue reading