I’m blindly sewing.
I’m blindly typing.
I’m blindly watching Burn Notice.
What do you do with an almost empty fridge and no thoughts for dinner? You take everything out. Open all the cans, boil anything that will boil, season anything that can be seasoned. And you eat it, if you feel like it. More often than not, it just sits there on the counter.
No matter how often you do something, how hard you try..
Who needs fuel anyway?
(Source: sleepinginthesnow)
Tis true. You cannot miss someone you never really knew.
I was twelve when my father died. Our relationship consisted of sporadic Wednesday night dinners, bi-monthly weekend visits and celebrations every other Holiday. We co-existed, at best – we were the epitome of the divorced father-daughter relationship. People I didn’t care about, family-friends,…