Lawyer for Everyday Life

My girlfriend’s wonderful though, I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just listen to everything she says because, before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who’s always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening. Like we’ll be in a restaurant and my girlfriend would be like, “You ordered your food an hour ago, it should be here by now.”

And I’m like, “Yea, it should!”

It’s like having a lawyer for everyday life.

She’d be like, “The bus driver shouldn’t talk to you that way.” And Im like, “No, he shouldn’t!”

Before I had a girlfriend, I had no standard for how I should be treated as a human being. You could anything to me. I was just like a young Motown singer. I was just shiny and dumb and easy to trick.

-John Mulaney, New in Town

I’ve found god

My favorite favorite write up from Ste ❤ She wrote the achingly beautiful "27 Days of Heartbreak" (go check 'em out in your nearest bookstores)

writing under influence

In the colorful book covers you touch with your fingers.
In the stack of cds from your younger years.
In the hand that find your hand when you cross the road.
In the tongue that licks the mayo off your lips during dinner.
In every pat in the head that messes your hair.
In the shared smiles and laughter.
In the quiet whispers under the blanket.
In the exact same lyrics you both sing together from a random song.
In the unspoken understanding and comforting silence.
In the present moment, to the very second of it.

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A Choice of Three

In the tunnel I noticed I had a choice of three. While I thought it very kind of them to offer me this, I do wonder if they realized what a dilemma they were sending to face me.
The trouble was, if I looked at your reflection in the left window I missed the actual image of you and your reflection in the right. And if I looked in the right I had the same problem but the other way around.

At first I thought I should probably settle on one of the mirrors as they were soon to disappear, but that idea quickly wilted, and my attention was drawn back to the center, occasionally checking on either side.

I must say I did question the authenticity of your nap a few minutes before. As the train left Loughborough I suspected it could’ve been a device to avoid conversation. I’d barely considered this for a moment, however, when a heavy breath and a gulping sound that I decided would be too embarrassing to fake led me to conclude that your nap wasn’t fraudulent.

I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else as you slumped beneath your coat. Delighted that we’d waited until this hour to travel so the evening sun got its opportunity to skip across those sleeping cheeks, but unnerved by the prospect of being removed from the opposing chair to yours. I knew it was reserved but hoped that whoever had reserved it had fallen over.

It looked as if today I’d be safe. The train wasn’t too busy but I did take a moment to recall the time when I was less fortunate.

I remembered it with a chilling vivivity we were on the way to Brighton.
I knew it was going to be his seat as soon as I saw him on the platform, unzipping, checking, zipping, and rechecking things. Something about his face suggested that he had for years had a mustache and had not long since removed it. He wasn’t going to think twice about disposing of me, especially considering then he’d get the chance to sit with you.

Though his hiking boot-march through the carriage was rather revolting, it wasn’t this that made my hands tense up into sour claws of nausea. It was the way he said it.
“You’re in my seat.”

No “excuse me,” no polite uncertainty, just the rigid, hideous fact. The thud with which it landed expelled all my preparation. Before I remembered my plans to pretend to be asleep, deaf, French, or only sat there because someone else was in my seat, I was walking to find another vacancy.

I ended up dwelling unhappily beside a girl with a boys bum. I knew that because she walked too far past when she returned to one of what I thought to be two empty seats when I sat myself there. I fidgeted until our reunion on the platform, where you brutally informed me “That man was really rather pleasant, actually.”

Today I thought I’d better make sure that couldn’t happen again and I pulled the ticket from the top of my seat. It took a few attempts and the facade of hanging a jacket to finally complete. I was terribly cautious. There’s a threat of punishment for such deeds by fine as far as I understand, but those shackles were at the back of my mind as I crushed the reservation in my hidden fist. Folding and squeezing as if it were that beast on the way to the seaside.

Fortunately, there was no retribution. If anything the train got quieter as the journey continued.

And so in the tunnel, unable to decide, my head flicked through this trilogy of angles, angel after angle, until we were out the other side.
My frantic twitching no doubt caused the man at the adjacent table to narrow his eyes at the very least, I imagine.

I don’t know for sure.
I didn’t have time to add him to the cycle.


We started with nothing, grew into something
We’ve got the heat
To last a lifetime, if it’s the right time
Trust in me
Take it from someone, who’s not a tough one, oh
No matter what happens
No matter what happens

We’ve got the heat
Melt with me

Call It Dreaming

Where the sun isn’t only sinking fast
Every night knows how long it’s supposed to last
Where the time of our lives is all we have
And we get a chance to say
Before we ease away
For all the love you’ve left behind
You can have mine

What’s Gonna Happen Will Unfold

“I don’t wanna do anything I’m wishy-washy about. I just wanna do it if I love it.

In the meantime, I’m gonna work on my stand-up. I have no idea what’s going to be next.

I learned this in therapy: We’re just looking through a pinhole, and we don’t know what the fuck’s coming up next.

So instead of going; ‘Oh my God what if I never…’ 

You don’t have to predict what’s gonna happen. What’s gonna happen will unfold.

The future’s gonna happen whether you predict it or not.

Everything that’s happened to you so far you have not been able to predict. That’s how it’s always been.

Just stay open.”

-Sarah Silverman

Comedy is My Escape

“I really didn’t enjoy my childhood. I was not easy going.

People have this idea that, when you’re in comedy, they think you must be some free-wheeling fun person.

But I always took myself seriously, got very down on myself. 

Comedy was my escape.

When I went to Harvard, I didn’t even think about going into the ‘Harvard Lampoon’ until, literally, my college roommate said ‘I’m going.’ And I said, ‘I guess I’ll go along with you.’

And that changed my life.”

-Conan O’Brien

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