have you ever
have you ever been in that space where you slip between waking and sleeping almost as if you are shifting your weight from one foot to the other and you start remembering a real conversation but then during that real conversation while he is telling you something you ask him a question and he stares at you and he never answers because in real life you never asked
I am hilarious
Me: hpwdy to you
Me: hpw are ypu
Me: well, i hppe
Alex: Been doing this work thing.
Me: are you pverwprked
Me: ok i'll stop
Things I managed to not post to Twitter yesterday
Yesterday I dictated notes into my cell phone, knowing quite well I should not post them to Twitter until I’d had a chance to consider them more fully. First, this exchange, having to do with a beautiful photograph of nature and its majesty, and a curtain: “I think the average Facebook-goer might not understand the magical moment you posted. I think they might only see a tree and a...
but it changes you forever, that's what I meant
“Well, Robyn,” I sighed. “Once you get cancer”—and I paused a long time, choosing my words carefully—“you never go bancer.” “Oh, my God!” Robyn shrieked, and she punched me in the arm. “You asshole!” “What,” I said.
sorry it's so long
Me: i am sorry it's so long
Me: do you realize how long it is
Editor: oh my god hush
Me: no but really
Me: in context
Me: do you know
Editor: i don't actually
Me: half the length of the kill screen intimacy article
Editor: that's not that long
Me: 4500 words
Editor: haha, that is pretty fucking long!