My Life Now

I think I am in a season of brooding. I want to sit in my bed, read poetry, and ponder the ever-present "angst in my soul".

Having just eaten a Chipotle bowl, my mouth has that "after Chipotle oniony taste" in it still. I should get up and brush my teeth, but since there is no one near to kiss, who cares? Would we all still brush our teeth if we were kissing "abstinent"?

Here's another brain stumper: If your significant other saw Prince 4 nights out of 5 but only told you about 2 of them and waited 6 months to divulge the other info, would you consider that a breach of marital trust?