I think my close associates can tell you that I'm not, by and large, a sentimental person. Certainly I don't ascribe any special significance to the holiday season, or traditionally romantic days on the calendar. I've issued hundreds upon hundreds of marriage licenses, and processed as many divorce documents, so matrimony holds no mystique for me
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Every year I resolve to write more. I also fail to do so, so every year I can recycle the resolution. As an experiment, we'll see how many days in a row I can update this journal before I give up or get lazy. It will probably be less than a month
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I changed my OKCupid profile a bit recently, and so had to check my work for egregious spelling errors. While viewing the profile as an outsider would, I noticed that the "Similar Users" column had changed somewhat. Most of the men in that box used to be listed as like me but "more compassionate". Now the list looks like this
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Last night I was trying to sleep on my side, when my cat decided she wanted to spoon. She also decided- in defiance of physics and without consulting me- that she was going to be the "big spoon". The first I knew of this was the sensation of her little back foot claws pricking the back of my neck. One of her front paws was on my ear and her head
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You'll struggle to find a sympathetic ear this week when the FDA lowers its recommended daily intake of your goddamn bullshit. -my horoscope, courtesy of The Onion
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Sometimes I get lazy, fatigued or depressed and don't shave for a handful of days. There comes a point where I have to decide if I'm going to get rid of the growth, or let it mature into a scraggly neck beard, badge of the comic-book flavor of nerd and the Amish, that will require scissors before it can be eradicated. My mustache refuses to keep
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