I Think I’m Getting Worse At Talking

Because I don’t do it that often. My word retrieval and pronunciation are just terrible.

Anyway, I’m going to post here more. For a while, I made too much of an effort to make every post perfect, and I came to realize that was blowing my load, creatively speaking. But I’m going to stop with my perfectionist act and just write.

My apartment is not getting mail right now. The mailman doesn’t have a mailbox key. Coming down my stairs on Saturday, there was a dead roach and a piece of banana. “Which is grosser,” I asked Jason. “Well, the banana is going to attract flies,” he replied.

This is why people pay more in rent, I suppose. To get their mail and not to have to chose between dead bugs and rotting fruit.