Here’s a thought for you to ponder Sit back--and relax--it might take a while See you call yourself I If you say that you went to the store today You simply say--I went to the store Ah wait--did you catch that? I too call myself I Does it make you think? For so long I didn’t even blink See everyone says it I, I, I But what’s the difference between your I, and, My I? Where does my I end--and--your I start? Is there a middle, in between, where all is blend? It upsets me in tr...

That night as he turned on the computer at home the card still seemed to hum in his pocket. It was a constant thought, nagging at him all day. Nothing seemed to replace it. He glanced at the sheets of inventory he’d meant to enter in the database, but instead found himself on the login page to his email. A hell yeah went through his mind as he saw her name in his inbox. He wasted no time clicking on the message and by the end his mind was made up. Even though it felt like he was risking a dea...

Let this be a lesson to myself, Kate thought, as she watched yet another possible roommate walk down the stairs. She laughed at the thought. “A possible roommate for Barnum and Bailey perhaps,” Kate muttered as the man walked his invisible dog, away from her apartment. Granted, she had taken out an ad in the daily that called for “A quirky and adaptable roommate” but she hadn’t known that it would be translated into “calling all freaks.” She closed her eyes, massaging her temples, willing the...

As I pull into my driveway my mind leaps ahead to the beer I slid into the fridge a few hours ago. I can imagine the cool bottle in my hand and the liquid cooling my throat while warming my insides. Fridays, why people love them is beyond me. Everything goes wrong on Fridays. Today the phone system crashed twice, anyone who knew anything on how to fix it was on vacation, and finally the sprinkler system went off for no apparent reason. Opening the door I kicked my heels off toward the pile of...

CHAPTER 2 (8 Months Prior) Listening to my boss drone on and on about what we weren’t doing as a team I found it hard not to laugh when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Damn Missy and her constant text messages. I hated text messaging. All my messages were short or pre-programmed into the phone. It took way too long for me to type out a god damn message. Missy was the queen of text messaging. Throughout the week I got a good 100 messages from her. Sometimes I wondered if she could sen...

He told me once that my writing was elementary and that I might consider giving it up. Laying there in the twisted sheets, our limbs so entwined that it was hard to tell they were ever separate, his dark eyes were serious and frown lines carved into his forehead as he spoke. The air grew still as neither of us spoke. With anyone else, I would have been furious, but with him, I found it hard. I barely moved though, his words not sparking a passion as I continued with my task. I stopped for a m...

He told me once that my writing was elementary and that I might consider giving it up. Laying there in the twisted sheets, our limbs so entwined that it was hard to tell they were ever separate, his dark eyes were serious and frown lines carved into his forehead as he spoke. The air grew still as neither of us spoke. With anyone else, I would have been furious, but with him, I found it hard. I barely moved though, his words not sparking a passion as I continued with my task. I stopped for a m...

As I pull into my driveway my mind is on nothing but the beer I slid into the fridge on my lunch break a few hours ago. I can feel the cool bottle in my hand and imagine the liquid cooling my throat and warming my insides at the same time. Fridays, why people loved them was beyond me. Everything goes wrong on Fridays. Today the phone system crashed twice, anyone who knew anything on how to fix it was on vacation, and finally the sprinkler system went off for no apparent reason. Opening the do...

I glared at him from across the bed. Green eyes blazing with fire as I enunciated each word with a perfection that insinuated that I must talk slow and clear for him to understand. “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.” Alex smirked and moved closer to the bed. “Then sleep out there” his voice mocking me as his foot touched the bed as if to claim it. He leaned forward so that his eyes were almost level with mine and pointed toward the door. He knew me well enough to know that my face woul...

I once asked him how he was so sure that we were friends. It was one of those stupid questions where the truth is that yeah you sometimes wonder, but you never expect a serious answer. He’s not the type to let that type of questions slide though. He believes that those are the important questions. I don’t know how many times he’ll ignore a direct question, but he always answers the questions you make when you are quote, “joking around.” His reasoning is simple. The questions made in joking fo...