Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word TTHM. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
It’s hard to walk into Supergenius HQ and not talk about books. Instead of art, I have books. Instead of a TV bigger than a postage stamp, I have books. Instead of a clean, clutter free space, I have some more books. There are a lot of books and generally when people come over for [...]
I dreamt last night that my family made me move into you Aunt Tete’s house in Roseville. I am not sure where my aunt had gone, but all I know is that I was forced to live in her house. It made me very sad, having to live in Roseville. So sad, in fact, that [...]
“You work from home on Wednesdays?” the TTHM asked, unable to control his shock and awe. “Yeah,” I said. “THAT’S NOT A JOB!” He shouted into his phone. “Yes it is,” I said. “I have to follow people on Twitter and read blogs, post stuff.” “I hope they pay you in stickers and not real [...]
It’s after 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning and I haven’t spoken or chatted with anyone since 11 p.m. on Friday. This is not a complaint, only an observation. I did, however, respond to an e-mail which has left my brain spinning a bit. In the e-mail a friend and I were discussing oversharing. A [...]
“Oh look,” I pointed to the TV above our heads. “That’s kind of phallic.” “Yes,” the TTHM said. “Is this American Girl?” The sound was hard to hear “I believe it is.” I immediately started singing and shrugging my shoulders to the beat, at least the one in my head. “She was an American girl [...]
Even though I know how it all ends, I still think of that night as one of those defining moments in my life. It was the first real romantic night I’d ever experienced. Of all the things that fly through my mind when I hear the opening jangly bits of “I Will Dare,” that night [...]
I’m not sure if this cold that has leveled me is karmic payback for being witness to the book burning or if it’s just the side-effects of a weakened immune system caused by being a shut in. What I do know is that I picked the bug up at Seamus’ party which was filled with [...]
I made some soup today. It was a kind of a minestrone filled with most all the vegetables I enjoy or at least the TTHM would have called it minestrone. Back when we were in the thick of our totally not romantic relationship the TTHM and I would talk on the phone every night for [...]
For the past week or so someone has been doing some in-depth research here on iwilldare.com about the TTHM. I don’t know who it is. It’s been fascinating watching the mystery searcher plunder through seven years of archives. The mystery searcher is not the legendary TTHM. I asked him. This has, of course made the [...]
For the TTHM: If Flannery O’Connor had a blog, she’d need someone there to shoot her, I am sure. [via]
From my beloved Upper Class calendar: Seeing the TTHM The last goodbye Hemingway The slamming poets Westernerd Convention, game day menu, and being a regular New calendar/old calendar Laughing poets Be Kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle
Sometimes it’s hard to go back and trace your thought process and try to find the beginning of an idea. It’s like when you’re sitting with your friends and you start talking about something you read in the newspaper and the next thing you know you’re all singing “Eye of the Tiger” for reasons nobody [...]
Today we celebrate the births of: • Bret Favre, cute Greenbay Packer quarterback • Thelonious Monk, jazz guy of undetermined atractiveness • TTHM, tall tall handsome man who was my life for nearly an entire summer, sometime ago. I would say he’s my all-time favorite ex, but since our relationship was only romantic for about [...]
My all-time, top-titillating #1 fetish is being read to. No lie. Someone starts to read something and my core gets all melty and my knees get a little weak. Once, when I was much younger than I am right now I kissed a fellow gas station attendant while we were working merely because he started [...]
Some two years ago, I used to spend a lot of time lounging about with my hand down my pants watching Dawson’s Creek or talking on the phone. Last night that’s exactly what I did and it was totally awesome. I felt like I was 31 again. (okay, okay, I know. What kind of asshole [...]
MN Reads PW.net
