Posted 2:32 AM by John A. Seafisk

It's 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night. The wind is howling outside my door. It whistles down the corridor between my building and the building next door. I can hear the branches of the trees rustling & ruffling, scraping against the buildings and each other.

It's soothing in a way. If it was anymore soothing, I would not notice the wind at 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night, having finally fallen asleep.

Posted 5:20 PM by John A. Seafisk

The worst thing you can hear from a girl that you feel like you have a chance with is:

"You're a great guy! You remind me of my brother."