When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.
–The Shins, “Pink Bullets”
[Hotel Tango: Heather]

. . . I’m in motherfuckin’ Vietnam.

Bad News: Lindsay broke it off yesterday. I’m crying like a little bitch at work, which is just perfect considering I’m filling in for the receptionist. Nothing like coming into an office where the receptionist is crying. People must think, “What do they do? Beat their employees?”
The problem with breaking up, of course, is envisioning […]

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s, well, broken. […]

Why are Catholic churches in the U.S. so different from those in other countries and the movies? Aren’t they supposed to be open twenty-four hours so you can pray and commune with God any time you need to?
I mention this because after work I decided, rather than go have a couple of drinks before seeing […]

Another conversation:

me: I logged into her MySpace account and read her personal messages with the guy.All about how she wants him to suck on her lip and how she wants to chew on his ears and get him back for the hickies.I called her and confronted her immediately. I don’t know what’s going to happen.

Today […]

[I just want to note that when the word “cheating” is used by me in this post, it refers to my “emotional cheating” and mild romantic contact with (read: kissing) another woman for about two or three weeks. Trust me: No sex, or I’d’ve been tested by now.]

If anyone is wondering what I’m going through, […]