Traveling down a desolate rural road and listening to a dystopian novel I can't help but think I am driving through the post-apocalyptic environment of the story.
I sent the below message to a friend exactly six years ago. It was the day after I met Deborah.
Hey, I saw your post about your break-up. Sorry to hear. I had
I had a veggie burger and non-alcoholic IPA for dinner before a music show. Both were delicious and good substitutes for their namesake originals.
We have a bottle of hand soap whose scent is called sweater weather. I cannot describe the scent. We have another one called cookie butter truffle. That one smells like vanilla. We have
It's so cold out that not only do I smell my dog's breath, but I can see it too.