Rough starts and bumpy endings.

Sports have never really been mah thang, perse. Even though I’ve always been active in one thing or another – I do not consider them mah thang. Mostly because my body is not very subtle in letting me know that it hates anything resembling movement by breaking at every possible seam in every possible way.

Word-horny

I can’t dance the cancanYetBut I CAN cancan learn And if that cancan can’t be taughtI can the cancan yearn. But while I cannot cancan yetI can’t be cancan spurnedCause once the cancan can be dancedI’ll do that cancan turn. And twist and writhe and dance awayThe darkest of the nights.While kicking up my feet

Oldschool Deep

Sometimes you can’t help but accidentally overhear conversations and in doing so catch a glimpse of the unknown lives of random strangers. And admittedly…sometimes I can’t help myself…and listen in on purpose. There’s too much interesting things around us not to eavesdrop once in a while. Shame on me. I know. 0 shreds of decency

Regression towards the Mean

If there is one thing I’ve learned in high school – is that math is an inevitable part of life. It doesn’t matter that you may never actively use it outside of that classroom, it doesn’t matter that you will forget the ways to calculate those nifty formulas as soon as the books close, it