Lumpy Potato Paste & Friendship

My Best Friend   We met freshman year of highschool. Your name was Adam. We were kindred spirits and I can’t remember a time when we weren’t fighting or when we weren’t best friends. Adam and I 2007 We eventually had to be separated in class because we would talk and laugh the entire time.

I say Boo. You say Moo

It’s Dark in Here   I am sitting in bed with just the light from my computer typing and the soft whir from the fan. I want to say things, lots of things. So many things in fact that I often look at a blank page and don’t type anything. Or, I start typing and

Own what you say

I bet everyone reading this think that they are nice I have to tell you that a lot of you aren’t. I mean, I am not nice sometimes. But I am aware of it, and I feel guilty and I mull it over and think about it. Being “honest” these days has become synonymous with