I heard somewhere that rain is used to signify “change” in movies. Maybe the character has an epiphany. Maybe they’ve just lost someone, or there is a terrible accident. At any rate, in many pivotal movie scenes, you can bet your bottom dollar there is some rain coming.
Isn’t it funny how an entire relationship can end up inside of a box?
Here are the tickets to that museum we went to. And here is the tiny stone-carved figurine of a moose I purchased. And there is a bundle of every single note I wrote in the morning when I left for work. And there is a bundle of every single card I mailed [because that’s a cute thing to do, okay?]. And here is a miscellaneous collection of underwear, socks, and my neon green gym t-shirt. My deodorant and toothbrush and Olay face lotion. A broken hair brush. A phone charger. The chessboard. Read More
I think the title explains itself here. But there’s more to this story than it seems. If you’re wondering what happened, here is a summary: My name is Kate. I am 26. I had a boyfriend. You could venture the assumption that things were Getting Pretty Serious. Now we are not together.
So I did what any reasonable, well-rounded and emotionally-stable person does after a breakup. I rented a Zipcar and adopted a dog. Her name is Arya.
And Arya [The World’s Greatest Dog] has just taken a 2-day-backed-up-crap on my roommate’s rug.