stock pizza.

While some people peep into their friends’ medicine cabinets to develop an overgeneralized conclusion of the owners’ character, I peep into their freezers.  When we first started dating, Longer Hollow Legs had a steady supply of frozen pizzas occupying the frosty depths of his ice box.  How this is a reflection of his psyche I do […]

self-actualization and bread.

We live in an old, creaky apartment with cracks that crawl up the walls, lumpy hardwood floors, and crooked charm.  The harbinger of winter is the sound of the radiators coming on, first with slow grumbling and hisses, building up to rattling like a tin kettle boiling over.  Occasionally it sounds like a troll is […]