2:30am. the scene: my house. me in pjs. me sleepy.
the crime: being too sweet. visiting my house without visiting me. leaving presents at the door.
thank you for the flowers. i likey. =)
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five mysteries hold the keys to the unseen: the act of love, the birth of a baby, the contemplation of great art, being in the presense of death or disaster, and hearing the human voice lifted in song. these are the occasions when the bolts of the universe fly open and we're given a glimpse of what is hidden; an eff of the ineffable.
Categories of ineffable stuff
- adulthood (5)
- change (9)
- college (2)
- d.c. (11)
- embarrassment (1)
- facebook (1)
- family (1)
- forgiveness (1)
- friendship (8)
- law (1)
- law school (11)
- life (12)
- love (18)
- me (1)
- men (10)
- music (2)
- new york new york (7)
- politics (7)
- quote of the moment (8)
- reflections on nothing really that deep (10)
- relationships (14)
- religion (5)
- weakness (4)
- women (6)
They like me, they really like me
Stuff I wrote ... before
On the nightstand
On rotation
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