because i feel like it

epiphany = obvious, well-established thoughts

Tells You So

Sometimes you feel like you don’t care,
Until you do.

Until that small piece inside of you,
The one that never cares to speak up,
Tells you so.

And by then it’s long over.

A past that felt contrived, even worth regretting,
makes you question constantly
Whether you were wrong or right

Because knowing is too hard, and caring hurts
And because it’s already over.
This is the past you try to let go

Until that small piece inside of you,
The one that never cares to speak up,
Tells you so.

And then the timing’s off, as it tends to be.
You’re mulling past and present into a giant question,
Unanswerable at best.

But the wonder stays the same,
Curious or clever? Playing or played?
You already know.

Until that small piece inside of you,
The one that never cares to speak up,
Tells you so.

Bias

Somehow I’ve been labeled by certain internet enthusiasts as a biased reporter.

What I find interesting is that I’m both biased toward Android and toward iOS.

Observe:

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

cutting in line

Today I went to McDonald’s to get coffee. I’ve recently been enjoying their Peppermint Mochas, and since it’s 28 degrees here, a steaming cup of chocolately, minty goodness was something I couldn’t resist.

I was on the phone as I waited in line, and since I usually don’t like to be rude to the people working the register, I wasn’t all that aggressive about my position in line.

But then a guy tried to cut.

You know the way: he slipped over to the side, and stood at the counter in front of one of the closed registers. As soon as the people in front of me got their food and left, he whispered to the employee, “I’ll have a number 3 with a coffee.”

No, no, no, no, no.

I did what I had to, called him out for being a big, stupid line-cutter and took care of business.

Of course, the Mocha-making contraption was broken so I had to stick to regular coffee. Karma?

I leave you with this:

i started blogging again

I’ve never actually been a blogger, other than for my wonderful job, of course. I dabbled in the bloggery a while back when I actually believed I’d one day be a famous writer instead of just pretending to believe it.

Either way, I need a place to share. Whether it’s with other humans or the empty solitude of the internet makes no difference.

At least, that’s how I’ll be operating until my first hateful comment arrives.

Welcome, and let’s play nice.

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