Imperfect Timing

On pretty much the final night of Winter 2015 I was taking off my ugg boots before bed and the sole ripped right off the left one.

It was such perfect timing. I was going to write a journal entry about it, but I'd shut down my computer only seconds earlier.

Anyway, this was months ago.


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The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.


The Season

I feel like if I hang up some big, blue ribbons on the front of my house I could blow people's minds.