The Phoner (Post #400)

I can’t stop thinking about my iPhone. I’m thinking about it all the time now. I crave it when it … More

The Anxious Therapist

In a world where a nine-year-old girl accidentally shoots her instructor in the head with an uzi, one human being … More

I have always thought of myself as an anarchist. I don’t like being told what to do, I disdain the … More

I am 42 now and I awoke early this morning with an all too familiar feeling. It felt like seeing … More

I have always preferred to stay in one place. I enjoy the comforts and security of home. I enjoy travel … More

It is 10:48am when this interview begins. I am again sitting at the round kitchen table and am dressed in … More

My interview with myself is taking place on Monday morning at 8:43am in my kitchen. I am sitting at my … More

Ever wonder if there is really a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? It had been raining … More

My grandfather was a nose picker and so was my father. Most of my memories of both my father and … More

I have been abstaining from eating meat for sometime. Often I am asked why I am doing such a thing … More

I know this may seem strange but I am suffering from a moving nipple. It is my left nipple and … More

I have always been curious why my mind and body have had such a difficult time getting along. The … More

I count everything. There are 17 dirty dishes in my sink. My bed has 3 unmade sheets on it. I … More

All through out my twenties I thought I was Franz Kafka (July 3, 1883- June 3, 1924). He was skinny, … More

Ever wonder if there is really a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? It had been … More