Of Chucks, Alone, and Divorce

Of Chucks (Part 2)

Okay, I know I’ve written about this before but my wet Chucks of Doom have struck again. Earlier today I was standing on the bus (I feel I spend half of my commute hanging off of buses. I use “hanging off” as opposed to “hanging out” which suggests I enjoy having half of my body outside the bus, hanging on for dear life and watching the pavement rush past at 60 or so kilometers per hour. Anyway, I digress.) and my Chucks contrived to throw me off the bus after the driver performed a maneuver worthy of a Jeric Raval flick. My tractionless Chucks slid on the bus floor and almost threw me into the windshield.

Perhaps dismayed by my lack of deadness, my wet Chucks of Doom slid on the escalator as a parting shot.
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Of Alone
This morning I was being thoroughly productive (I maintain that I was being productive until they decided to move the computers around) and I found this.

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Recently, I’ve been having weekly coffee dates with James (my cigarette case). This can be attributed to a. my lack of friends, b. a lack of friends who are willing to go out on a Friday night, and c. a complete lack of non-imaginary friends. I’m calling it an exercise in being alone. Coffee shop, with me, my cigs, my pen and paper, plus a “Kopi with Milk” and I’m good. I need to learn how to be more alone, I guess, at lunch, at the library and everywhere else. I dunno about dancing though; I operate on the idea that I should only dance WHEN alone.
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Of Divorce

This morning, the morning show’s debate was about divorce. As a person who grew up with a marriage that regularly featured itaks and death threats, I’m all for it. I’m sure though that people will be against it for their own reasons; I’ve got more of mine and when I get my head on straight again maybe I’ll tell you about it.