todd of tacoma

mostly a recovery blog


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  • To do 8/3

    I never get asked to house sit anymore. It’s like a thing you do in your mid- to late twenties, if you’re lucky, and your early thirties, if you’re single or cheating on your partner. I never openly cheated on my partner, and by the time I was really ready to, there weren’t that many Continue reading

  • SPF 45, might delete later

    SPF 45, might delete later

    I’m doing that thing where you stand in the shower in the steam and stare down the drain like it’s a cave whose bottom is deep and black and you’re about to jump. It’s my second shower of the day and probably the second out of three. I keep going outside and keep reapplying sunscreen Continue reading

  • To do 7/26

    To do 7/26

    I just tried to put my key in my seatbelt. Not in the buckle, the female end of the buckle, that would sort of make sense as an action you could take with a key to set some other kind of thing in motion, like a release maybe. No, I tried to insert my key Continue reading

  • The Sorry Man

    The Sorry Man

    Brenda’d had the guy yell at him once a day for three weeks, and then the summer, and also apologize each of those days twice. Her colleagues would look on in amazement at the yelling, and look away embarrassed at the apologies. Brenda preferred the yelling to the apologies, if for nothing else the sheer Continue reading