Archive for February, 2008

The little white balls scattered everywhere. Like children pouring out after a too-long bus ride. He tried to corral them. It did little good. He righted the salt shaker and grabbed a napkin. He surreptitiously swept those rolling escapees off the end of his table. Then he dried his palms. The waitress slowed as she […]


Sometimes there are days when you are just destined to accomplish big things. When everything you touch falls right into place. When you, finally, get a true glimpse into what you are capable of in your finest moments. Yesterday was not one of those days. As I refreshed six different Firefox tabs to keep track […]


– I lied, he said.Not for me. It wasn’t.The truth had no upside.So that the weight would be lifted?How is that fair?One person suffering or two?Easy math. – I knew, she replied.You’re not that cagey.I appreciate the intention. I do.But, who are you to make the decisions?To ration out the information like crumbs to a […]


ella ella ella

24Feb08

The Monkey: I want something to eat. Peter: You get NOTHING. The Monkey: I’m huuungry. Peter (looking in freezer): Pizza? The Monkey: Ah ha. Yeah, Rihanna. Ah ha. Good girl gone bad. Ah ha. Take three… Action. Ah ha. Peter: Are you going to answer me? The Monkey: You had my heart. And we’ll never […]


*sniffle*

22Feb08

Why, Amy Davis? Why?


I haven’t been feeling very funny lately. Some of you may be asking, “Were you ever funny? Really?” To you, I would say, “Awww. Mean.” And I’d make this face :( Actually, that’s not true at all. I’d probably just say, “Fuuuuuck yoooooou” and write you off FOREVER. I’ve never really subscribed to that whole […]


I have a confession to make… I sang Deee-Lite’s “Groove Is In The Heart” in the shower this morning. (Groove was most definitely not in my bathroom.) Also… I watch American Idol. And Canadian Idol. And I’d probably watch East Timorian Idol. I like competition. I like when my favourites win. I like raging when […]


moving in

19Feb08

It dropped from too high,creating tiny twisters of neglect.Thud filled the corners,where sound memories were yet to live.Nothing had a home.The draft still belonged to anotherHe dropped it from too high,creating tiny pangs of regret.“We have to talk…” filled the corners of his mind,where her memories used to live.It sat there.Looking as if it had […]


make-up sex

18Feb08

They say that you never get a second chance to make a first blog impression. Well, *I* say it. And that is all the damn “they’” that you need. I am occasionally completely obsessed with the thought of someone finding my blog for the first time. (It also sometimes doesn’t cross my mind at all. […]


A fortiori

15Feb08

He stared at his hands. He stared at his hands and he concentrated. He stared, and he concentrated, and yet they still trembled. They didn’t tremble a huge amount, mind you. But, he could feel it. And he thought that everyone else could see it. He hated that. He liked to think of himself as […]