Archive for What’s Left of My Life

Introduction to “What’s Left of My Life”

This entry is part 1 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 1 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeIn the fall of 2008, I was missing my old friends in the Story Project. (And by “old friends,” I mean the characters I had written during 2005 and 2006.) Inspired, I decided to start writing…

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Body snatchers do me a favor

This entry is part 24 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 24 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI’ll tell you something. Going to church after fighting with your mom all weekend — not fun. You don’t want to give the least indication something’s wrong at church, or everyone who knows you will swarm…

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Big news

This entry is part 23 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 23 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI might be moving out. Yeah, yeah, so I’ve talked about it for weeks now, but this is seriously cool. See, there’s a lot of reasons it’s easier to stay home: free food, free bed, free…

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Crying over Pintos and Cheese

This entry is part 22 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 22 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeOkay, looking at my schedule, I’m starting to see a downside to my new job (besides the crappy pay, I mean). I work all the prime spots. You know, like Friday and Saturday night, Sunday afternoon,…

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That’ll be $27.99

This entry is part 21 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 21 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI’m feeling pretty good today. I need to go to work in a few hours, and there’s something about having to get up to go somewhere that’s kinda nice. At least, I think that today. So,…

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The First Leaves of Fall

This entry is part 20 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 20 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeThe family’s computer went on the fritz last week. Just as well, I guess. Things have happened, and I’ll get to them eventually here, but I’m not much in the mood right now. It’s cold today. I saw…

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Good-for-nothing

This entry is part 19 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 19 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI spent the day trying to think of somewhere I’d like to work. By day, I mean about an hour this afternoon, since I slept until eleven, ate a hearty brunch of Easy Mac in my…

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Meltdown

This entry is part 18 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 18 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeLast night, Beth called Jordan. I don’t know what she said exactly, but I’m pretty certain she did everything short of kneeling before him and kissing his feet. And when she told me, in tears, what…

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Keeping quiet

This entry is part 17 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 17 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeI’m having serious troubles today. Okay, so I get a call from Beth yesterday. She’s crying, I can’t understand anything she’s saying. I really start to freak out. I mean, I’ve known her for all of a week…

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How others live

This entry is part 16 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 16 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeThis will be quick because I’m going out tonight. (No, not on a date — you must not know me. The guy better be pretty special to have a chance with me. Like, he worships me…

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I kinda like it

This entry is part 15 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 15 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeYou don’t know what I look like (and that’s fine by me), but I have to tell you — my hair is black now, deep, midnight, light-cannot-escape-its-gravity black. I kinda like it. I don’t know, it makes…

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It is finished

This entry is part 14 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This entry is part 14 of 24 in the series What’s Left of My LifeSo, yeah, haircut’s done. Is it bad I keep staring at myself in the mirror?