Pedal Strike

TweetWhen significant others fail become less significant, I do what [I’d like to think] most others do: stuff all objects/memories/gifts/pictures associated with said person into some kind of receptacle [not the trash, though, apparently newly broken hearts like to cling not purge] and place it somewhere it can be easily forgotten. Months later, I’ll come […]

TweetLike most people, I can’t stand people that are like me. It’s not because I see all of my own personality faults in them [I wisely choose not to acknowledge that], it’s actually far more basic. I just can’t stand people who are obsessed with multi-tasking; thinking about 20,000 things at a million miles a […]

TweetEven as a Cancer, my maternal instincts are limited to the point of being nonexistent. Sure, I’m about to reach that age where my biological clock starts going “ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!!!!!1111” and I’ll want to bone everything that moves, but the fact remains: children simply terrify me. Add to that the fact that […]