Ah, NaNoWriMo – that time of year when writers around the world attempt to churn out 50,000 words in 30 days. It’s a daunting task, to say the least. And many are able to accomplish that goal with flying colors and I say, good for them. Even though NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is in
It’s Easter Sunday and, per usual, I am choosing violence. Because it’s all I know. I have never particularly enjoyed or understood Easter and, like many, I’ve never given it much thought beyond it’s a day of the year. Never the same date each year because who doesn’t love a holiday that can’t make up
Greetings from the solitude of my bedroom where I have decided to take refuge for the day since I’m so exhausted by life that the concept of doing anything other than eating, drinking and going to the bathroom is unfathomable. A large chunk of my “sit down and write” energy has been concentrated on finishing
The inevitable has happened. I have become a cranky old man who just wants some damn peace and quiet. But, like, I’m still young and hip because I went out to the movies ON A FRIDAY! Yes, it was a 5:40pm showing but we are going to count it. I finally got around to seeing
Antoni Porowski be warned, Nina has her matchmaker pants on! Also until last night, I had no idea who Antoni Porowski was. Because I’m a terrible gay… apparently. Last night I get a text from my friend Nina who was apparently watching Easy-Bake Battle on Netflix. I had no idea the show existed, primarily because
For someone with a laundry list of mental health issues, my brain has the uncanny ability to retain the weirdest shit but only launches it at me on its own twisted schedule. I will forget the name of someone who is standing right in front of me, who just moments before TOLD ME THEIR NAME
I’ve found myself sharing this story a lot lately, so I thought I would write it down for the whole world to enjoy… by “the whole world” I mean the people who keep sticking around this blog despite the WILD inconsistency in my posting. In my defense, we did have a whole ass hurricane last
Remember like, a week ago, when I wrote about taking Lemon to the vet and making an ass out of myself with a cute vet tech? For a refresher you can visit the post: How Are You Still Single? Oh, That Makes Sense Well, I wrote that under the impression that all of my vet
This is the story of how I died. That might be a slight exaggeration of the events that unfolded but I’ll be honest, there was a moment of “holy shit, I’m about to become one of those fucking urban legends.” Let me set the scene. I decided to go see a movie after work because
As someone who is single in his 30’s, the most obnoxious question is always, “how are you still single?!” Its right up there with straight women who think, “OMG if you were into girls, I’d be all over you” is endearing. I recently had an office therapy session* where we discussed my dating history and
Somewhere With Regret 