I found $20 in the dryer today. Well, no so much found since I knew it was in there. Kinda. I accidently washed my pants with a bunch of money in them and the $20 was the one bill I couldn’t find when I half-assed looked for it. Then I forgot it was there. Then
I was totally prepared to sleep in today. I have been writing up a storm lately and it’s been keeping me up late. Last night I called it an “early night” and was asleep by 3am. So there’s that. I was gonna catch up on some sleep this morning but then the cats reminded me
Friend: “Hey Josh, how’s the blogging going?” Josh: “Holy crap I haven’t updated since the hurricane everyone probably thinks I’m dead.” *SCENE* I am very much alive and only partly dead. A Zombie if you will. The time since the hurricane has been an insane mix of running around the country, bouncing around theme parks,
I have been officially called out by the good people of the internet for not posting as much as I usually do. I will admit, I have failed greatly and being a good blogger this summer. I agree. I’ve been terrible. Forgive me? I still have some stories to tell from my time up north,
Just like Eminem couldn’t keep himself away from the rap game, I could resist the sweet temptation of swiping myself into a vodka-soaked depression. Okay. That was a tad dramatic but it makes for a good read! I absolutely loath the whole concept of online dating. Yes, I have given it all a try. And
It’s been a good hot minute since I last updated. Really over two weeks. Most people in the blogging world would refer to that as “blogger suicide” but I call it “ taking a break so I don’t go insane in all aspects of my life.” Tomato/tomato. That doesn’t really work in text form… has
At any given point in time, I am a walking anxiety potato and this week seems to be no exception. After bouncing back from a really bad depressive episode a few weeks ago, I went back into life in full force with a newfound vigor and stupidity. I published a book, got back on track
Those who know me well know that for the past seven years or so I have been working on writing a book comprised of personal essays detailing my life experiences so far. A memoir. Originally, when I first started working on this idea it was going to be a series of humorous stories from my
I guess it’s a staycation? I don’t know how these things work. The long of the short of it is this: I’m stepping away from life for the next week. I have taken the week off from all jobs and responsibilities. No serving, no touring, no blogging: nothing. This is either going to be the
It goes without saying that I love my cats more than I love most people. My cats are seriously among the best and I will gladly fight anyone that tries to say any different. People that hate cats love my little fur monsters. I was once asked by a guy that I was dating if
Somewhere With Regret 