Maude
I’m sitting on the train directly across for a woman who is the spitting image of Maude. It’s very exciting.

*10:54 am
*06:54 pm
I’m sitting on the train directly across for a woman who is the spitting image of Maude. It’s very exciting.
“On the other hand, sometimes it’s somebody else. Those mixed-up days when it’s easier to spot yourself in a crowd than recognize yourself in a mirror.”
Some stories are just better told in person…
“What I would describe as a slight rattle they describe as this severe shaking that woke them up, scaring the (take your pick of expletive or euphemism) out of them. Honestly though, it was like someone’s bass amp was turned up too loud. If in bed it would have felt like one of those 25-cent massaging bed things in cheap motels…”
“To this day when he hears a little engine whizzing by his lips instinctively frame the shape of her name, and that shape into a smile. “
“Yes, two locks ARE necessary! This is Hull where even the water is hard!”
“Seeing how it was like 4AM he was awakened to some person in his room he was quite distressed. Me, I was still half asleep and confused at to why he was sleeping in my work’s stock room…”
“I want to smile awkward in Amber’s photos. I want to be physically lifted when I hug Aaron and Sara hello. I want to eat gluten free with Krysta and eat 1AM Denney’s with Randee and Natalie.”
“This is probably why, as I came across other hikers atop the mountain, they eyed me with curiosity. To be fair I probably looked like tomorrow’s news headline: “Death upon the Mountain, a well dressed American becomes a tourist-popsicle.”
“He was thankfully wearing an apron-like-cover but it was just drenched with desecration. It actually took him a minute or two to squeeze and push everything back in like it was some vile sponge. I stood there mouth agape thinking that it was possibly the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever experienced.”