Every morning I beep in my badge at work, sit at my desk, plug up my laptop, and check to see whether or not my day will begin with a shit storm or not. This morning, there was indeed precipitation of fecal matter, but it was not concerning my actual job. The scatological deluge came … Continue reading In Response to "The Decade the Internet Lost Its Joy"
I've been in several abusive relationships before, but my first was also probably my worst. It lasted the longest and affects me the deepest. Years after the severance I still think about if frequently, getting that pang of guilt for leaving a lot of ends untied. It was a not so subtle meeting at their … Continue reading A Dummy's Guide to Melting Snow and Killing God
Well boy howdy do I seem to have a bunch to write about all the sudden. After taking things easy last week, it seems like there is something new that I want to write about around every turn. So, lets talk about sex for a hot second. I've jumped back into the tinder/bumble pool for … Continue reading Brief Diatribes that Exemplify the Fact that I am Completely Ill-Equipped to Navigate the Nuances of Dating as a Divorcee: A Blog Post
Good golly gosh. I sure don't know what it is about me and attracting self destructive types. This boy can't seem to catch a break. Dali and I had been talking a for a couple weeks. It was going well. She checked a lot of boxes for me: NF type on myers-briggs, bohemian, understated, funny, … Continue reading *BREAKING NEWS* The Dali Update
Yesterday, I spent my evening in Louisville's art district talking to strangers and saying "hello" to my tattoo artist. After a couple hours of trying to exercise my social muscles, I headed back to my jeep where I sat and smoked. (Yes, I know. I'm trying to cut that out.) Cars passed. Hipster couples walked … Continue reading Nest
I have been medicated for chronic depression since I was 18: at least one pill every single day for years. It doesn’t sound too dramatic, but it is a constant red flag that there is a monster down there somewhere, just waiting for me to let down my guard. The original medication that I was … Continue reading The Misery Snowball
I don't have much. It's pretty apparent as I walk around my new digs. Everything is unboxed. Furniture is staged. Everything is tentatively where it should be, and I mean everything. Everything seems like it is subject to change right now. Last night, I sat on my floor and stamped wax seals to Christmas letters … Continue reading Breath of Dali