There are lots of reasons why dating doesn't work out: he's just too busy or he's just too available, he's too interested or he's too distant, he's too boring or he's too intense, he's too nice or he's too self-centered. Either way, it's him.

Why he won't call/stop calling and reach out/give me space?

It's hard to really be present, look at the sky, make life slow down for a minute to take it all in while also driving safely on the highway. 

Extreme sport: getting back into dating during flu season.

Dum dum lollipops: why is the "mystery flavor" always cough syrup?

With no idea where I will work, where I will live or what my life will look like in a matter of months, I realize that it would be extremely helpful if I had a control-alt-delete shortcut to restart when I'm in freakout mode.
In related news, an entire bag of gummy bears does not unlock that combination.

Poetry from the Brookline Police Blotter

Plant thefts mystify Brookline police, residents

Posted Jul 05, 2012 @ 08:49 AM

For three days, Faith Michaels toiled in 95-degree heat planting a garden for a client on Irving Street. When she came back on the fourth day, the garden was littered with gaping holes. A botanical bandit had purloined more than $500 of her prized perennials.

Brookline Police: Holiday decorating leads to groin kicking

Posted Dec 23, 2010 @ 04:41 PM

A Newton teen frosted about icing a gingerbread house on Sunday now faces charges she kicked another woman in the groin and threw ginger ale in her face.

It's the specificity that makes it so profound.

I wish my dreams would just leave me alone.

Expectations are everything. Only in the world of first dates does "not horrible" count as a rave review.

Can someone be hot on paper?

Grown up is as grown up does.
I wrote thank you cards for graduation gifts. Because my mom told me to.

Things that sound good the night before but aren't in the morning:
The idea to leave my phone under my bed where it fell in order to motivate me to get up when the alarm goes off. Most confusing morning of my life.

There is something about turning things in 1 hour ahead of my own scheduled plan that just makes me want to watch TV for the rest of the day.

If I could say one thing to your face, it would be extremely loud.

At this point, the difference between "things that are in my control" and "things that are out of my control" is a small fraction of the Richter Scale in my high level of worry about both of them.

There is something about studying all day everyday that makes washing dishes and cleaning the stove feel like dancing. Especially if done while simultaneously dancing.