The Woodlands Biotch

i’ll keep it short, cause i’m tired and i don’t think i want to re-live the tale one more time today. but to the man that kept me on the phone for 15 minutes at the end of the day to rail and whine and spew and rant about how we were “screwing” him and [...]

if you’re from around here, you know that what is now ambiance used to be gators grill and before that something i don’t even remember because it lasted like a month and before that was red lobster. so about a week after ambiance opened the boyfriend and i thought, what the hell, we’ll stop in [...]

let me just start this whole thing with a disclaimer: if my mother ever figures out that i am me, i will most likely be disowned.
tragic.
now: years ago, eaons and ages ago, i endured what no girl should. for a long time. for years, actually. and not just at the hands of my half brother, [...]

for a long time, i thought the new guy maybe just didn’t like me. i mean, he started out seeming to like me; he asked my input, he empathised with my frustration at the multiple layers of completing what should be simple tasks. but then the weather changed or something. maybe he lost more hair. [...]

have you seen sicko? the most recent documentary installment by michael moore? we watched it the other night. the boyfriend wasn’t too enthused at first. really isn’t one for documentaries that, on the surface, sound completely boring. “a documentary about heath insurance in america?” he said. “no thanks.” to which i calmly replied he could [...]

what’s the point? i mean, really. why do they have you go through all the trouble to verify who you are and what you want in the phone tree if they’re just going to ask you all the same $hit when you get to talk to them?
due to the inequality of quality of care one [...]

like so many others, i’ve gone in search of this:
We are none of us alone
even as we exhale it is inhaled by others
the light that shines upon me shines upon my neighbor as well
in this way everything is connected
everything is connected to everything else
In this way I am connected to my friend even as I [...]