Tonight, I don’t feel like beating around the proverbial bush – let’s just get right to it.
I’m MAD. Pissed. Irate. Infuriated.
Angry as hell that I don’t have my mom. 306 more words
Trans Iowa starts in less than two days. I’m as ready as I’m going to be.
I’ve ridden the miles (though not enough), tweaked the bike (probably more than necessary), packed the clothes (enough for a 3 week trip), tested (and charged) the lights and devices, and stayed (reasonably) healthy and (somewhat) uninjured throughout the spring. 68 more words
During this Easter Season, when Christians ponder the death and resurrection of their Savior, it seems fitting to reflect on what one online commenter described as the “sport of cruelty” played by the many cowards who emerge from the Internet shadows with the goal of dismembering their unsuspecting sisters and brothers. 362 more words