I come to you this morning older. I’d like to say wiser, but we both know that’s not true. It was my birthday on Wednesday! 1,935 more words
I’ve been sick all week with an infection. It has been less than fun. In fact, it was a big ball of NOT fun. 2,330 more words
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Are these really not Onion articles, you ask? Sadly, no. They’re real. And funny as hell. I had trouble picking a favorite, but after a lot of hemming and hawing, I think it has to be #21: “Florida Shopper Videotaped Putting Chainsaw in Pants.” Or maybe it’s #85: “Some Children’s Cereals Packed with Sugar, Study Finds.” #88 is pretty funny, too. 882 more words
Holy mamajama am I awake. Maxwell House was on sale. I hate Maxwell House, but it was on sale. Sale trumps taste buds every time. 2,205 more words
My computer is still screwed.
Every time I think I’ve got it, it’s another trip to Crash City for me. I don’t know how long we have this morning before everything locks in a frozen, bitter wasteland, but it’s been awhile since we’ve chatted, and I just HAVE to write something. 1,922 more words