Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.

Everything is still falling apart.

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.

Get through the moment. Avoid confrontation. Run away. That's pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our own attention. Jacking off. Denial.

This is passive-aggression in action.

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.