These conversations have actually happened. I couldn’t make this shit up even if I wanted to.
- Taylor Swift – I realize you don’t have the most entertaining job in the world, however I’m not particularly interested in discussing whether or not I feel Taylor Swift is deserving of the many accolades she receives.
- Trying to guess whether or not I’ve had children – seriously?!? Because I’m not in a compromising enough situation…
- Singing – I don’t care how much you like this song, you’re not in an industry where singing while you work is appropriate.
- The previous client’s landscaping choice – umm, yeah, no. Not interested. Are you taking a poll?
- Anything. – Can we just get this done with? Really. A mutually agreed upon silence is what I’m looking for here.


Today I wrote down the things that make me sad. Or rather, the one thing that is the root of my deepest sadness. I wrote it down in a special context, as a way of explaining my reactions and providing a history of the person I am to a person who is very recent in my life. I didn’t send it to him, or tell him about it. I just wrote it down. It made me cry; never ceases to. It also made me think about the person I’ve become because of it.






