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

"You know," my friend said, looking at me with all sincerity, "I really hope that 2012 is much kinder to you." "Thanks," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. "And, if not, I hope the Mayans are right." She looked at me for a moment before doubling over with laughter. She gets me. Which … Continue reading Auld Lang Syne