Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I like sounds, love. Voices. Music. When you pour pancake mix in a hot pan. Contented little mmmmmms. I like hearing them, and I like making them. When you’re […]
Month: March 2015
let’s just talk for a little while, future wife
Hiiiiiiii, love. Normally when I write one of these, I have an idea or theme going in. Christmas. My proposal to you. Snow days. Hopping in the shower with you. […]
late night scribbles
I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep tonight, I think in words that sound like an exhale. I’ve been trying, but I just can’t. It’s all because of you… And I […]
My middle name isn’t Evelyn
It’s 7:18 am and I’m thinking about how it has recently been brought to my attention that I’m kind of Ted Mosby-ish. Or “totally Ted Mosby.” Truth be told, it’s […]
it’s a marathon, future wife
Hiiiiii, love. A question I get more often than I’d like is… “How are you still single?” Sometimes they mean it in a supportive way. “You’re great! Why hasn’t one […]
blizzzzzzzard
Sometimes, dear friends, when warm moist air rises up over cold air, well, it dumps a shitload of snow on Eastern Canada. He kicks at the door. Once. Twice. “Fuck.” […]
i’m going to suck at the beginning, future wife
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii, love. I do quite a few things well. And I’ll be very eager to tell you about all of them in great detail. The beginning of relationships is NOT […]