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
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
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
