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Be patient. Those are words of wisdom, they are. Patience is a virtue for a reason.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 12.13.2012 @ 3:59 pm
He looked at himself in the mirror. Again, things were as good as they were gonna get. Mom smoking in her chair at the computer. Dad off to work at 4 a.m. Class all day and work til 9. Maybe he’d see somebody this weekend. but it didn’t look too promising.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 11.30.2012 @ 4:58 pm
Circle. Triangle. Oval. Rectangle. His pudgy hands slid the plastic shapes across the toy’s surface, searching for a fit. His mother watched patiently as he repeatedly slammed each shape in impatiance.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 11.24.2012 @ 9:29 am
“Don’t mention it again.” I warned him because I was growing tired of hearing the same thing so many times. But he did. And we went in circles every time, never making progress.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 11.19.2012 @ 7:25 am
Marriage? That’s one that people dismiss. But schools, those are noble institutions. Learning is the best activity one can ever partake in. You do it every day, whether you know it or not. Whether institution or not.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 11.17.2012 @ 6:27 am
Don’t slouch, my mom says to me. It’s a bad habit, you don’t want to get into that bad habit. Sit up, please.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 12.01.2011 @ 12:34 pm
Spring has sprung. That’s what they say, right? No more winter, the little plants want nothing more than to break through the warming soil to let the sun shine on their faces. Green everywhere, a spring in everyone’s step as the doldrums come to an end at last.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 10.12.2011 @ 4:28 pm
We’re always looking for evidence. You want evidence that God exists. That man evolved from apes. You want evidence that the man you believe could not have been the murderer was elsewhere at the time of the crime.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 09.27.2011 @ 5:30 am
One of those things you have to learn: how to manage an account. Money. Responsibility. It’s scary, right?
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 09.15.2011 @ 9:09 am
Mom says “Let’s try to rally”, like we’re some kind of team fighting for the win. But really, we have to be upbeat and active, to get this done. For someone else.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 09.14.2011 @ 6:23 am
Thirst? How come you can’t quench your thirst with soda? A nice cold, overly-fizzy, nose-tingling soda? You try to chug it, and you feel like your chest will explode there’s so much carbonation in there. Believe me, I did it yesterday. And it wasn’t fun.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 04.10.2011 @ 11:56 am
What’s that experiment called? Five degrees of separation? I’ve never actually tried it, but I’ve heard that it’s kind of crazy – we are all connected to each other by around five people, I find that really hard to believe, but I guess it must be true if everybody says so.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 04.07.2011 @ 7:23 am
Sitting on the woven plastic chair, I feel the hot summer air melding my sweaty legs to the material. I stand up to find awkward criss-crosses covering the backs of my legs, my skin feeling similar to the plastic itself.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.24.2011 @ 6:20 pm
How do you approach someone you don’t know? Don’t ask me, I suck at it. I’m awkward, I try too hard not to be, and then it’s only worse.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.23.2011 @ 5:45 am
She couldn’t tell who it was, they were too far away, the figure blurred by the heat of the rising sun. She squinted her tired eyes, hoping to focus her vision enough, but it was hopeless. She sat down to wait.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.17.2011 @ 6:36 am
Click Clack. My best friend and I attempt to walk down the cobbled brick sidewalks of D.C. in our clubbing heels, getting stuck and having to go back more than once to retrieve a shoe. An adventure in itself, no? Looking this good isn’t easy.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.16.2011 @ 5:50 am
“Can you guess which wand is whose?” I try to figure it out, hoping I won’t insult anyone by getting it wrong. But I seem to know already, and I know that these people will become good friends.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.14.2011 @ 7:04 am
“We’re almost there.” That’s what parents always say. Of course when you’re a kid, the only concept of time you have is that it’s taking forever, and all you know is you don’t want to be in the car anymore. So a few minutes later, they say it again, and you don’t know the difference.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.08.2011 @ 6:48 am
This is what I remember when my manager asks me to work in the photo lab at the store: the basic stuff. Needless to say, there’s generally of page: Manager call photo please! From me… oops.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 03.02.2011 @ 6:56 am
My mom always tells us about the time when they lived in Venezuela and had mango trees in their front yard. She says she would eat and eat those mangoes until she had blisters around her mouth from all the acid, that’s how good they were. Amazing.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.22.2011 @ 4:42 pm
We all need some way to express our anger. Our sadness. Our happiness! Maybe it’s playing music, singing, exercising, who knows. But whatever it is, don’t you think it’s important? Not just important, but necessary.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.21.2011 @ 3:08 pm
My hair after I used to swim for hours on end at the pool. No brush could move through it: there was unhappy screaming. That’s when my mom pulled out the detangler spray and everything was okay.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.18.2011 @ 6:51 am
Itchy. Certainly ideal for warmth, but can’t you have the warmth aspect without the scratchy tickling all over your arms and neck? I love the smell – earthy and warm and cozy. Win? I guess so.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.17.2011 @ 7:06 am
Oh god. I love it. The rich velvety chocolate melts in my mouth, covering my tongue in a kind of heaven that probably nothing else could ever achieve. Seriously.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.15.2011 @ 6:40 pm
The words scroll across the screen in front of her: this is the first time she’s ever been on stage, and she’s terrified. She grabs the microphone, but can’t figure out how to turn it on. She’s humiliated. “Um, excuse me, how do I do this?” Of course this would happen to her.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.14.2011 @ 6:58 am
Something we hear every day when we buy things, charge it to your card and you don’t even have to think about it. Well, until you have to pay the bill, anyway… tricky.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.12.2011 @ 1:52 pm
That one guy who is 8 years older who you worked with at summer camp all those years ago… He continues to hit on you, not able to take the hint that you aren’t interested, and it isn’t acceptable what he’s doing. You get a shiver of disgust up your spine every time you think about it.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.11.2011 @ 6:13 am
Not a nice word. I don’t like it, anyway. It seems like it’s used to get to people, and I feel like that makes them the coward. It’s so accusatory.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.10.2011 @ 7:09 am
It buzzes, rudely waking me. Why did anyone ever think that a loud obnoxious noise like that would be the first thing anyone would want to hear first thing in the morning? It just makes me grumpy.
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.07.2011 @ 11:49 am
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Pop ’em? I don’t know, popping pills is something we always joke about when we take medicine or vitamins, I’ve never had any kind of encounter with the dangerous kind of pill popper… what kind of pills are we talking here, anyway
» Posted By hbcarbonleaf On 02.06.2011 @ 5:37 pm