Boy and Girl.
Collecting data gives me fever.
Let's close this case and start the weekend.
Moving on and moving on up.
Yes, I am.
Research ALL the letters!
A nice early spring Saturday.
Having nothing to contribute.
(Saturday, 03.18. 2017)
It's not you, it's my massive ego.
New (and old-er) supporting characters.
Changes for the better since last week.
An uncomfortable week.
The sexual happiness people.
A very odd thing to say.
32 and out.
The window in the background.
The end of a wonderful family holiday.
Ending 2016 with family and new writing opportunities.
I've answered the question.
A fictional story about a fictional story.
They are saying goodbye. Go say goodbye.
With (most of) my family for the holidays.
The Real World and other worlds that are real.
That's not me but it may be.
I often get lost.
Oh, hi, London.
My brother is coming!
Best pie in the city.
Moving out of Dland (eventually) and not moving on from some things.
Not as quiet as expected but quiet enough.
The wonderful beginning of Sheffield Season 2.
Wait and see.
Fifteen years! And no more fleas!
Future visitors, fleas and a flood.
Back from Scotland, back into the routine.
Off to Scotland!
A dream with the "husband".
Hermit in the making.
From high school hallways to a ferry boat across the pond.
Hostage of a toxic relationship.
Bad vibes and a way to shake them off.
Break-up and make-up, and Father's Day.
My friend, don't listen to the crowd.
Something is missing but it will simply be missing forever.
Well, I talk about boys now, what a bundle of joy.
A list of visitors (including a revisited relationship).
To want and not to want.
Trip recap part 2, sort of.
Trip recap part 1.
Going back home to see my family and friends.
It's best to vent calmly here than thoughtlessly in the middle of an argument.
In his frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat.
A piano is singing and my stories are out of tune.
Now the humans outnumber the cats.
An arrival, birthday celebrations, and the people within my words.
(Saturday, Jan. 23, 2016)
A lad is coming.
Licking wounds that don't seem to age.
A prospective student and 2015 wrap-up.
Nice, calm holidays.
No locally grown infant but it's all right.
Remembering Weiland / Charity shop loot.
A Thankgiving-ish meal and an anniversary creeping up.
Christmas talk, child talk.
A happy anniversary in Liverpool and a horrible world.
Social desirability and lack of a writing space.
Plane tickets and family.
I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok.
From taking a break to taking a train.
Time of my life.
Everything's lovely (except for the lack of internet).
A little impatient but working things out.
We made it but that's just the beginning.
Last entry before crossing the Atlantic.
New layout and awesome news.
A dream to come full circle.
Inside Out: anger edition.
The expanding universe.
Hello, this is winter break.
The scholarship results are finally in.
This weekend is making up for this week.
Was I ever married to that guy?
A broken dog on a bridge.
Carry on, nothing to see here (yet?).
To remember, to publish, to change, to look up to.
6 months of awesome partnership and the possibility of getting published.
Overworked and good-looking.
A one-day 1,600 km. round trip.
Dreams that must stay in my head and dreams that come true.
Life keeps turning.
Three very relevant things.
It's back and it's killing me.
Less sick, well-dressed, busy and with pennies in the bank.
An emotionally available husband, rejections and gastric suffering.
Body and car under repairment, and an unsuspecting bachelorette.
I'm sure I know something that I'm not aware of.
A spike in productivity thanks to a paper journal (and free time, maybe).
A very eventful entry and a month-long weekend ahead.
Good, calm days.
Last day in my twenties.
A heartbreaking dream.
A little bitterness, a little faith.
Considering the circumstances.
Farewell to 2014 with a funeral and a short trip.
Please, let them grieve already.
Scratch the holidays.
Suddenly, free time.
Struggling with procrastination and borderline personality (maybe?) tendencies.
Grateful with a sore body and a broken heart.
We sit side by side in every class.
Five days to go.
Now let's start the countdown for real.
Urgent things, gallons of paint and remembering a teacher.
Running on sand but getting there.
And now with october comes spring.
A five-day weekend.
Life is flowing, thoughts are flowing.
Out with a friend and a new rescue.
91 days left.
A broken dog, a visitor and a series of ailments.
From home to home.
It's 90°F, Jesus Christ.
Going home in the name of academia and social conventions.
A fight that came and went.
Sure, there were emotions, but also a go-kart and Frog.
I hear society telling me I'm doing this wrong.
The parental units are comiiiing!!! (and an off-putting cameo)
You drink water, I drink gasoline.
My best friend comes visit me and I lose my voice.
Looking ahead and looking forward.
A visitor, an intruder and W is for working, wedding and weekend.
When it rains, it pours, even in the desert.
My work, my family.
All you need is snacks.
FYI, I'm lacking a lot of blood as I write this.
I only came to whine but it's better than not coming at all.
Celebrations and demanding jobs.
I'm a professor!
February goals in review.
Halfway through my non-restful vacations.
A day off, dinner made with love and creative juices flowing.
Preparing classes, raising a kitty, writing and drawing.
Happily waltzing into 29.
A new year: new job, new niece, new cat.
Come full Fight Club circle / Happy 2014!
It was still a good Christmas.
A new job with side effects and a mixed christmas.
This is supposed to feel good but it hurts me so much.
A christmas tree and a puppy.
Mr. Ocassionally Moody.
A non-vegetarian party for an unborn baby.
The southernmost of the southernmost (aka World's End).
Crisis averted and more travelling.
Five year anniversary.
The northernmost of the northernmost.
Sister came and went. Aerosmith has arrived.
Rescuing a puppy while waiting for my sister.
"Where the fuck were you in '79?"
A lot of traveling on the horizon.
Happy 12th birthday, diary!
One last irrational fit before september arrives.
A blast from the friendzone past.
Pick a side.
Winter break, an old friend and a distressing dream.
A week far too long.
Eight events in bullets.
(Sunday, Jun. 30, 2013)
And it's not because the guy is in bed at 7 pm.
A trip in the near future, a dream about the past, etc.
I tried but I quit.
Technically, my dream came true.
So long(?), vertigo!
It seems working makes me dizzy.
A dog in a bowtie and a dream arc.
A productive member of society and an ambivalent partner.
A job, a lesson, a decisive trip and a sister.
You're not welcome here, go away.
Stuck with a job offer and a newborn cat to nurse.
A plane, two years ago.
False alarms and the new official member of my family.
Small frustrations like tonight's aside, it's all good.
The most complicated journey.
Bury the hatchet.
This too shall pass.
Paperwork, family and writing.
Brief debriefing and anxiety over the very-near future.
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