I know most of you will find this hard to believe, but I almost never drive. If you had to drive a certain number of hours per year to maintain a licence, then I wouldn’t have one. I don’t own my own car, and Jenny drives everywhere. There are multiple reasons for this. 1) I
So, there’s this thing that I am constantly laughing at myself about. I find interesting shit on the internet that later becomes popular all the time. Music, videos, stories, and blogs. I often strike gold, and it becomes super popular right after that. I’m going to share a couple of screenshots that may make you
After yesterday’s post ran, I got some very valid, albeit emotional, responses. These responses indicate a terrible truth about mental illness. Sometimes, there is no help to be had. I am lucky. My meds work, I’m mostly okay, and I can mostly control myself. This isn’t the case for everyone. Some people just don’t respond to medication,
Gotcha! I’m talking about my big black dog. If you are reading this post because you thought I’d be talking about my penis, you are awesome. You may also be a pervert. #justsayin My twin brother Oak sent me a link to this video, and it made me cry. Thanks a lot, jerk. No, really,
The last couple of weeks have been a little rough around here. I feel like I can’t move. I feel like I’m going to be sick all the time, and I’m not eating enough. I’m having a hell of a time making myself exercise and I’m sleeping in really late every day. I could blame the
I’ve remembered something about myself over the last year: I’m an awesome cook. When I was a little kid, both of my grandmothers wanted me to know how to cook. I don’t know why. Probably because they both liked cooking. But I know them both well enough to know that they didn’t get together and
Growing up, there were … challenges to being poor, and having parents in denial. We didn’t celebrate holidays all that often, but when we did, we thought it would be awesome. The truth of the matter was that my parents only went through the motions of getting decorations and such when we were too poor
I came across a ruling that a Colorado judge ruled that a cake-maker was required to serve gay couples. Strangely enough, I’m bothered by this ruling. I believe strongly in a company’s ability to refuse service to anyone they please. It doesn’t matter if it’s discrimination. It’s Hobby Lobby all over again. What it boils down
A friend of mine (“George”) came over to play Magic: the Gathering with me and the Boy. Before we started playing, I set the expectations: He would most likely lose, and we would be “mean” to him, because that was how you win in Magic. I picked out my favorite three decks, and passed them
I’m a weird son of a bitch. Just saying. But even I didn’t expect my input to affect our Christmas decorations this much. This weekend, while we were getting out Christmas stuff, I opened a nice big bag which had three beautiful stockings in it. Each of them was handmade for the members of my
