So, I did something kind of dumb tonight. Not super dumb on the scale of the true idiocy I can get myself into, but pretty fucking silly when I thought about it. I spent a dozen dollars on a trio of succulents. BFD, right? Well, here's the thing: I bought a dozen dollars' worth of somewhat … Continue reading Suck-ulent It!
My America died last night, suicided on a double blade of ignorance and arrogance, swallowing a lethal dose of apathy. Her last words were, "It's a rigged system," whispering the rhetoric that drove her to the edge. My America died last night. Sadly, Murica lives on.
Ten years ago, I was writing a book that was interrupted by writing another book. Eight weeks ago, I was reminded that I wrote the other book, because I'm the kind of special little snowflake who's actually capable of writing a novel, then forgetting all about it. That might denote a bigger problem down the … Continue reading Joyfully Annoyed
[Editor's Note: All names but mine are changed in this post, because that's polite. While I might be a bitch sometimes, I'm always one for etiquette.] A friend had passed away. A boy I knew in high school, a good guy who had grown in to a great man, died on December 15th. We got … Continue reading That Time I Lost My Sh*t on Facebook
Dear Everyone, This is in no way directed at one person, but I'm sure there is more than one person who will take this personally. Don't. Really. It's a waste of time because, if this were directed at you, I would take great pleasure in saying it to your face. Really. If you know me … Continue reading Consider This The Memo
On occasion, I've been known to post on Twitter or Facebook that I'm having a rather unpleasant or challenging day. And, sometimes, I don't bother saying it with that much finesse. On Twitter, when that happens, I typically get a few @ replies with, "Me, too!" or "Hang in there. Sounds like you're having my … Continue reading Permission To Have A Bad F@#king Day
Pursuing a dream sounds like a romantic quest. Heroic, even. You fight the good fight, full of integrity and determination (or at least piss and vinegar). People call you brave or inspiring (instead of batshit crazy). And you return their praise with a slightly confident smile (because you've learned how to wince from your stomach … Continue reading The “I” of the Sh*tstorm