I might be diabetic. I have a range of symptoms that I’m not going to share here for now. Mostly because I don’t want you guys to post a bunch of comments telling me what other diseases I might have. I’m not a hypochondriac, but I am terrified of the possibility that I may be
I think it a hundred times a day. I obsess. When she talks to the kids, I stop what I’m doing and listen. Several times yesterday, I heard them talking about me and froze. “Is this it? Are they about to kick me out?” I just can’t get over this fear. It’s completely irrational. My
There is this big fucking thing in my house. I know where it came from, and who put it there. It’s the monster from my closet, and I put it there. It’s enormous, and covered in odd colored masses. It looks like Oscar the Grouch had a gay baby with Rainbow Brite, then planted the
So here’s the low-down Charlie Brown. I’m a crazy person, right? Right. When I was a teenager, I started hallucinating. Mostly just distracting shit, like spots and stuff. You know how, if you look at the light just right, you can see shit floating around in the air? Like dust and stuff? It was like
The second I think I’m on a roll, the Universe kicks me in the ass. As usual, we had our post-Girl Scouts game night with friends. Except this time it was “friend” as in, just one. I had no idea what to do, so I suggested that my friend build a deck of Magic cards.
Over the last several days, I’ve gotten dozens of extra emails, comments, texts, etc. Every single one of them (except for the notable ones I’ve already discussed) has been brimming with positive support for me, and my goals for this blog. It’s an honor to write this blog for a crowd of people who are
I got some new responses from our new friend (and obvious long term reader). I am going to keep the dialogue going one more time, then I will stop feeding the troll after this post. “Meh! You’re a psychic vampire, so I guess I got ‘ told ‘ by you. Oh, just an aside, did
Initial disclaimer: I have lived as a vegan. I enjoyed it very much. This is mostly a reflection on my experiences with dietary restrictions. I go to social events a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. At many of these, the whole group brings vegan-friendly foods, because there are a small number of vegans in
I received the most interesting comment Friday. Yes, I approved it, but I am also going to reply here. I know many of my readers have questions, and some valid points are made here, albeit in a strange, attacking manner. Read the comment first, and then I will answer the points made. First of all,
The friend I wrote about recently passed away last week. It made me very sad that I wasn’t able to be there for him when he needed me. Actually, I’m not sure he needed me in particular. I’ve come to realize that he got what he really needed. He needed friends, and several of the amazing
