In my personal life I spend quite a lot of time giving awkward hugs, practicing my Mary Katherine Gallagher armpit impressions (sometimes not in that order), and not sharing cake. But, deep down, I am a romantic and a sucker for the classics – Humphrey Bogart, Puccini, Young MC, push pops, Robert Redford, Slime Time Live, and Van Morrison.
There’s this old joke that I used to make in high school; I used to tell it whenever my parents or someone introduced me. Hi! I’m unemployed, single, and still living with my parents. Sad thing is, that’s becoming more and more of a reality for a lot of people these days. But I choose […]
Writing is hard…you look down at what should be flowing and clear and find a train wreck of wordy, indecisive nihility. It’s excessive and lacking. It’s not what you meant to say and now you’re unsure about what your point was in the first place. It’s not right and you don’t know what to do. This isn’t what you mean at all.
Alrighty. Sorry about being so quiet (a conundrum itself) last week. Last week’s big zinger was on cats. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like cats but, let me repeat: last week my big zinger was on cats. I bet you were falling over in your chairs as I waxed poetic on feisty little mousers.
I apologize for what I predict will be a light number of posts this week.