Mostly Adequate!
It’s odd how I can logically know I’m competent but still doubt that with the same fervor that every teenager has for their favorite angsty music with a lead singer who is attractive in an “I can fix them” sort of way. I know I’m an ok writer because I have evidence to remind myself …
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Over the years, I’ve gotten pretty good at being poor. I’ve had a lot of time to practice, and yesterday I had the chance to really test my stuff. I went to the store at 4:35 PM yesterday with a mission: buy dinner for two people and two cats for under 5 dollars. I think …
Sometimes, there will be a light breeze tickling its way through town, and my body is in such constant state of pathetic fragility that any wind at all makes riding my bike to work go from a difficult-but-stimulating challenge to a stop-motion animation of my body’s decay. So I’ve been riding the bus again. It …
Sometimes, I’m too tired to give my cat the 3 hours of conversation and cuddling she deserves. I want to be able to sit with her and talk about how soft she is and how small her wittle footsie wootsies are, but I’m tired so her footsies go unfawned over. The same goes for talking …
Everyone I know has had a weird teacher. It seems like an unfortunate experience we all share as some kind of uncomfortable rite of passage. The weird teacher isn’t the one who sometimes tells bad jokes or occasionally smells a little of garlic. They’re the one that brings in a plate of brownies with bites …
