The Day Before The bus is laden with good vibes all round yet I cannot help but stare out of the window, sulking. I thought I’d never need a bib again after my infancy, but here I am: on a bus driving through France, in order to pick one up. One that has my name … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Le Loser En Français
The first time I saw my father cry was when I was eleven years old. We were at the wake of my grandmother – his mother – and he cried. Naturally, of course. But I vividly remember realising that up until that moment, in that room, in that situation, I’d never seen him cry. Not … More Daddy’s Little Loser
if only I hada time machine to go backand unfool myself it wouldonlycollect dust Elle Vampa Okay, so, yes. It’s been a while. What can I say? I’ve thought about my blog every week (really did!) but I’ve simply been too preoccupied making a fool of myself to write about, well, making a fool of … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Way Under Well
Ideas? Check. Plans? Check. Execution? Pleaso do! Ugh. I’m over this. What is WRONG with me? Is it the hormones again? Ugh. It’s probably the hormones again. I bet the world will stop spinning if that B6 supplement actually works… Ugh. Why can’t I stop saying “ugh”? Ugh. It’s Monday evening and I’ve just royally … More Old Tricks In A New Week
Startled, I stop joining the duct tape and the cardboard box into holy matrimony (“thou shall now forever stick together”) and squint at my boss. A dark shadow figure in an open sunny doorway. “Are you done already with the meeting?” I ask, confused. That was quick! He replies, seemingly as startled as yours truly: … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Failure Included
10 Things I Don’t Dare To Tell My Parents 1. I am planning to leave youI am sure it’s a silent given in my family: me never leaving home. But… I’ve started looking at places to rent. I know you won’t want me to move (please also see #6).Will not mention until I’ve actually found … More 10 Things I Don’t Dare To Tell My Parents
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After reluctantly admitting that maybe, just mayyyyybe, my feet are starting to freeze off in my new, classy-fake-studs-included-cute-little-sandals, my coworker agrees to turn off the air conditioning. Two side-notes: I, of course, have waited for my boss’ lunch break to “casually” throw in my request. It is the only moment in a work day in … More Unhappy Feet
yearning for freedomsunlight never within reachuntil I let go Elle Vampa Anger It’s burning away inside, like a fiery fuel. Instead of making me feel energized, it’s leaving my soul in ashes, having to make do with running on fumes. How I get by is beyond me. I must be stronger than I give myself … More Bi-Weekly Loss | The Unholy Trinity
Out of nowhere, I flail my trustworthy sword at the unwilling, impenetrable wall and… Break it. This time I actually break it. A little out of breath, but more so surprised at my own actions and strength, I watch the dark blue bricks falter under the impact of the hit. It starts with a crack … More Flailing In Love
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