If it’s cold outside, he will tell you to grab his arm. But he will not offer you his coat. He will also attempt to give you a walking tour of your surroundings in an attempt to lure you into a corner and steal a kiss. It will probably be fucking cold, and you would rather skip this field trip.

Driving in Boston is a giant game of chicken designed to test your resolve and reaction speed.

When did technology become so inhibiting? At what point did texting and facebook chat take the place of casual, or not so casual phone conversations?

Oh, sod it, I think, as I remove the thirteenth dress from its hanger in one swift motion.  I’ve saved the best for last, but by now my confidence is minimal, and I …

It’s so easy to feel alone in the belief that your own “You are Here” sign is an unattainable distance from that “You Want to be Here” sign glowing in the distance. Lately, I haven’t even been able to see that neon spark. Nonetheless, I still find myself believing for that miracle.

I have to ask myself- is it an issue of standards, or if it just whether the glass is half empty or half full. I hope it’s not standards- because frankly, I’ve been able to keep them high this long and I hate the idea of backing down now. As for the glass- as of late- I’m guilty of not only seeing mine as half empty, but being aware of the crack down the side and the hole at the bottom where drops sometimes slip through.

We’re slowly and knowingly letting ourselves slide into the oblivion of not actually doing or being anything in a concrete sense, under the guise that being undefinable is freeing.

How we use our money can range from rational to restricted in the span of an hour. But a dollar is seldom hard to spare.

Happy New Year!