Musing

I’m not as honest with you as I used to be.

I’ve been writing a lot, but I’m finding it hard to process that writing into posts for you to read.

You just can’t get good help any more! And thank God!

Douchebags ask women out in their own apartments.

A slightly more reflective reflection on how Serena can make it up to me

My feelings were hurt

What is to be done?

I revisit the same disappointment over and over, with woman after woman. Today alone, I managed it half a dozen times.

Metropolitan Diary: complexity

I thought when I pierced my ear that everything would change.