Hey Mom!

Hey Mom! Well the month of September is over...  We did it kids!  Well not really because midterm marks haven't come out yet but we showed up and took notes and bought highlighters and liquid paper.... OK OK STOP GRILLING ME ALREADY... It's become clear to me that all the liquid paper in the world can't white out the lies.  I'm sorry Mom.  I'm sorry (not sorry) internet.  I've been cheating on you.  Cheating on you with a beautifully kindred spirit... my other blog. Now when I started the other blog, it was just a casual once a week thing.  So I didn't mention it or post the link to it.  But I can't hide it anymore.  You need to know.  Everything Thursday I post a short fictional piece on the internet.  Sometimes it's sheer brilliance and sometimes its the foulest of any literary work known to man.  But now people know, people know and they want the link.  So here it is: findingmywill.blogspot.ca Please note this ...

Hey Mom! You know what's funny?  Of course you do you're reading this.  My last post was about how ridiculous I was as an 18 year-old and recently I have had three (count it three) incidences wherein it is as if my teenage self has resurfaced.  In traditional Hey Mom! fashion I will describe these scenarios in a series of dramatic narratives. The Stupid Never Sleep It's late, my coffee mug has long been emptied and the sweet steam of caffeinated ambrosia has long dissipated.  The sounds of cars passing my open window is gone, leaving only silence to remain.  It started slowly, my heart rate begins to rise and then thunder in my chest.  Suddenly my face is burning with the flush of laboured breathing.  Drawing in air produces but a small wheeze and my ribs seem to tighten and threaten to collapse as if under the strain of an unseen corset.  I am slow to react, as if running through mud my brain screams at leaden limbs to move, b...