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My days have become the vessel of an inevitable end. One that will consist of a tightened noose or the crimson blood of my one love. She suffers and I cannot bring myself to let her go.

Being around you when you’re like this makes me feel sick, but I can’t imagine my world without you anymore.

Semi-adult conversations

It seems that with growing older comes the growth of conversation. It evolves from when you were three and the main topics were things you like to eat and games you play to weather and politics. It's these jumps from one solid area of small talk to another that made me realize I must be in between phases. Let me explain.

In high school I found myself being constantly asked what college I was planning to go to and what I would major in. Then once in college it became the constant question of "how are you liking it?" and what I planned to do with my life. Now having graduated years ago and moved into full "adulthood", the topics of small talk party conversation have gotten closer to being that of politics, religion, etc... but not quite yet.

I still find a main line of questioning starting out with what job I currently have. This of course doesn't stay very interesting because there's only so many ways to explain how you end up getting paid every two weeks. It's at this point that the conversation seems to make a jump backwards. Unless you're a doctor, lawyer, then the next question asked is "what did you go to school for?". It's as if I'm an adult but not quite at that point where people aren't confused about how I got from school to work. 

The main reason for this popping up in my head is because tomorrow night I will be taking part in a chili cookoff, in which there will most likely be as much small talk as there will be different kinds of chili.

“Every first kiss should be considered as the story your grandchildren will one day ask about.”

If only I had the money to keep it

Sketches of pages 1 & 2 by Thad Stalmack. Part of Nomad Anthology series

At the Doctor Who themed wedding I was in this weekend was a collapsable Tardis I designed to be build by myself and the other groomsmen. It took most of the summer to build but was worth it to see the bride freak out by the surprise.

Side note- It took all summer because I appeared to be the only groomsmen who new how to use basic tools... so it was a building experience in more ways than one.

Working hands.