26
Mar
2010
She’s 22. He admits to 39. He’s into Dire Straits. Huey Lewis and the News. Remembers John Cougar Mellencamp (fondly). She likes Pink. He does, too. Especially on her; it suits her. Dick mentions Meatloaf but she’s not into cooking. A brief pause, just short of stunned silence, reveals a gap, of the generational kind, making a grand entrance (once again). Still, Dick is determined to see this through.
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24
Mar
2010
Picture this. He’s coming down the steps towards you. He has a faraway look on his face. You too. You’re feeling him. He’s feeling you. Something wonderful is about to happen. Your eyes meet. Something does happen, something unidentifiable but altogether wonderful; you’re feeling it in every fiber of your being. He too is feeling it, you’re very, very certain. This is a moment you’ll both remember for the rest of your lives. It’s destiny. It’s …
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23
Mar
2010
Another day, another pain in the neck, I say. It’s my neighbour. He has issues. With my dog. “Shut up, you mongrel!” my neighbour yells over the fence every time my dog barks. Quite obviously, he’s after some peace and quiet. Do I care? No, I don’t. We’re not close. He’s a grump, works odd hours, that’s all I know. When he’s home, he spends his time making disgusting and very loud noises in the bathroom.
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22
Mar
2010
Now, here’s an opener for you: I was young once. Not brilliant, I know, just slightly above It was a dark and stormy night (which, funnily enough, it was). So, on this very dark and very stormy night I sat at a bus stop, waiting – you guessed it – for a bus. It didn’t come. I fell into a kind of a sleep. Or maybe a stupor – which really is a kind of a sleep. Anyway, I was experiencing it, the way you do when you’re young, bored and alone. At some point, fog appeared.
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10
Mar
2010
Welcome to Pain of the Day – a cozy little nook in cyberspace where the jaded, jaundiced, miffed, misanthropic, disgruntled, dyspeptic and the just plain pissed off citizens of the world can congregate to vent our collective spleen. Every day I’ll tell you a little story, or offer you the opportunity to release your pain on a given topic. Or if you’re the kind of person who prefers not to get involved you can always just observe, silently soak up the angst, then go home and kick the cat.
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