Archive for January, 2008

Tales of the Underground

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

Dan has this theory that the reason everyone is so rude in London, is that we start off everyday underground, rammed up next to some sweaty guy’s arm pit for forty minutes, and we’re continually fighting, silently, with each other for our own space, for just a little more than we have.
Maybe he’s […]

Aftermath

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

Discovering you’ve been burgled feels like a literal kick to the stomach. There’s a delayed reaction, your brain refusing to take in what the eyes are seeing. All of your drawers pulled out and emptied, all of your jewelry thrown on the bed, boxes of mementos - photos, old movie tickets - scattered […]

The first Monday of 2008

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

I forgot to put my belt on this morning. It was dark when the alarm went off. It was dark when I got in the shower. It was dark when I got out of the shower. I put on my new sparkly cardigan to cheer myself up. Boy told me I […]