Almost twenty-five but always, fifteen. Poetry, Past and Present. Eating Happily, Drinking Merrily. These are standard blog posts. A little more ranting than usual. Audio, video, disco. I want to write a novel. I want to run a mile. I want to sprint for miles. Away, without a care of what others could possibly think. Research, writing, crafting, walking. This blog touches on many things, often mismatched if extracted at random.

Love, Life, Faith, and Writing. Just Another Weird Day In My World. On the ride home, B and I have a conversation. We actually have a nice conversation about a ton of different things. I mentioned to B that L thought I should entertain a FWB relationship with him. So I went home not thinking anything of it.

The End of the Middle. How Will You Ever Get Out of This? Houses Set Too Close Together. The End of the Middle. How Will You Ever Get Out of This? Houses Set Too Close Together. Why worry about the neighbor. And, besides, too young to know better. I guess because I hear him scream. In the night, usually. At his wife, but sometimes. He had a hobbled foot one week. I saw him on a crutch. He can often be heard.

The Ridiculousness of White Feminism. Beauty Review- Beautiful Textures Rapid Repair Deep Conditioner and Tangle Taming Moisturizing Shampoo. The photo was edited? I want to vomit.

A new short story every day. There was something so satisfying about working with my hands and clay. I rolled my clump of clay into a ball and whilst deciding what to make, I looked around the large art studio. She took her homemade flapjack to her hospit.

WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU REALLY NEED MONEY. TO DIE IN THE EXERCISE OF YOUR PASSION. THE TRICK I USE TO FIGHT WITH MY WIFE. The Real Daniel Steinberg on Facebook.