confessions
Footprints
I have known for sometime now that you’ve been having peeks on this blog since i introduced you to it. Take today for instance. And you haven’t stopped visiting even after everything. Digital footprints we all have. I’m not surprised. Or maybe i am, in a way? I’m amused, though. You didn’t tell me if [...]
It’s strange
but suddenly I find myself like a new man. I can feel the change down to my bone marrow. Yes, for the better or worse everything has changed. Also, funnily enough, I suddenly find myself wanted by angry exotic creatures with sharp claws and long hair. Them nails are dangerous. They dig deep beneath the [...]
Confession # 03
Every time someone dies in the family, an all too common phenomena for the last 3 years, I keep lying to you over phone. It’s not about not wanting to be the bad news messenger. It’s just that you’re over 60 with three angioplasties and then there’s the family legacy of high blood pressure. Besides, [...]
Confession # 02
The only reason I talk to you like a disgruntled millionaire ex-husband whose estate and portfolio got pilfered by the skanky bitch ex-wife ’cause I hate you’re the only one who calls me. Everyday, day in and day out. Y’know, my incoming call log is a desert. Even weeks go by when the you’re the only [...]
confession # 01
I pretend to know more about women than I actually do. But I guess a lot. Most of the times the blind spitball goes astonishingly far. And accurate. Strike one. There. I just made a baseball analogy.
