Archive for June, 2008

Little, Big… August

For some reason I asked myself earlier in the day, what could be the worst curse one can have? Midas came to mind, as did Sisyphus, but as I looked over my bedside table, I settled on a singular answer for today… August from John Crowley’s Little, Big. Why? August had made a trade, a [...]

Posted on June 27, 2008 at 11:54 pm by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Palliteration

Pocky Sticks and Pomegranate Juice. Best.  Dinner.  Ever.

Posted on June 15, 2008 at 8:35 pm by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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I Ran (Not The Country)

After a two week hiatus I got back into my running routine tonight. The news fares well my friends, no neck, shoulder, or back pain… I live eternal! Or maybe I’m doing something wrong, why you ask? Well, um, I think I may have run too much or maybe not right or something… I removed [...]

Posted on June 10, 2008 at 12:01 am by TB · Permalink · One Comment
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Monday: 8, TB: 1

Got a slurpee during lunch today. Bonus.

Posted on June 9, 2008 at 1:32 pm by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Monday Maladies

Things that can go to hell today: The extremely warm temperature. The fact that the Porter Square T stop was shut down. Me staring at the incredibly diabolical line at the bus stop to get to Harvard Square. Waiting on the wrong side of the street for the bus to get to Davis Square. Running [...]

Posted on June 9, 2008 at 9:58 am by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Re… Move

So the last couple months I’ve had this hunger, no, that isn’t it, more like an itch. It starts in the back of your head, slowly pokes at your heart, climbs up to your brain, sparks at the most inopportune moments, smiles at you on a bad day, gives you a forlorn glance on a [...]

Posted on June 5, 2008 at 8:47 pm by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Apology

This is for the time I threw the rock that hit you in the head. Bad. For smoking that cigarette to try and fit in. For not loving you back. For making plans with you for lunch and leaving you waiting. Then running into you outside afterward. For stealing $5 from your wallet for comic [...]

Posted on June 2, 2008 at 11:04 pm by TB · Permalink · One Comment
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