Day 221: Red Wayfarers
[Project 365]
Category: Phil
Phil project 365 (2009)
Day 74: Burial
I knew I was going to have to write this post eventually, and for many months now, I knew the time was creeping closer and closer. I just didn’t know how close. And then Sunday things just sort of fell apart and difficult decisions had to be made and here we are. Felix battled his insulinoma like a trooper, but you can only fight your body so long. And Sunday, after so many seizures and…
Midtown Phil project 365 (2009)
Day 31: Philouette
Today Phil and I shoveled Mexican food into our mouths and then capped it off with a trip to Hi-Octane Vintage on Young, where I kind of fell a little in love with a muumuu (can I just point out that my iTunes queued “Fat Bottomed Girls” as I typed the word “muumuu”?) and several bits of glassware. Alas, despite there being plenty of room in my lifestyle to accommodate a muumuu, I did not…
Phil project 365 (2009) videos
Day 10: Loretta
I pet-sat today for Phil, who went out of town for the weekend. His roommate, who usually does the pet-sitting, is currently in New York City, auditioning for some band that’s been in an iPod commercial or some shit. Ya rly. Anyway, it was cool getting to let myself in the house to play with the animals. Of course we all remember Sir Howard the Lap-Bound and King Felix, but another ball of fur has…
Phil school
If you can dance, you don’t need a home
Woke up to snow this morning. Lounged as long as I could. Ate chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese. I’m glad Phil is back. I love being home with him, feeling his presence. I hate sleeping without him. The presentation went pretty well, I think. My professor asked a bunch of questions, though, which could either mean we got his attention and he was intrigued and wanted more details, or that what we said…
Phil school
If you are lonely, you’re not alone
I made it home just in time for the infomercials. I’ve got to present my big future newspaper project in about 9 hours. I guess I need to go to bed. But my bed is empty tonight and that sucks. Phil’s in Memphis rocking to the tunes of Against Me!. I’m munching on re-warmed Zaxby’s chicken strips. I think I feel sleep creeping up on me. I won’t ignore it.
Phil school
They seemed like innocent words; maybe I heard them wrong
My Lesbian Studies class is going to be smooth sailing, as far as I can tell. The professor seems extremely laid back, and the course content is dictated by what we want to do. I can’t imagine I’ll learn much of anything, except perhaps the perspectives of actual, real-life lesbians. In the flesh! In their natural habitat! Crikey! Hopefully, if the class devolves into a group therapy session (which many of my discussion classes have),…
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