If I said I don’t often get worked up politically speaking, I would be lying through my teeth, and you all know it.  If I said this article doesn’t scare the shit out of me, I would also be lying.  So let’s discuss our feelings.  Or more to the point, my feelings.  Yours don’t matter to me, so shut up.

Over the past while, I’ve come to realize ( Read more... )

Ok, so this was written last night during the massive storm that rolled through, hence why it is so choppy and disjointed, and my metaphors are mixed. But, hell, that's what happens when you write it with a flashlight balanced on your shoulder. Without any further adieu ( Read more... )

Amazing day, but that's not what I want to talk about. Nope, I want to talk about prostitutes ( Read more... )

Last night was indeed an adventure. After a fun-filled day at the Zoo, Julie and I hopped into the car in an attempt to assimilate me to expressway driving. Funny word, that: Expressway. When I first used it at school, I was regarded with a strange mix of familiarity and blank stares. I was unaware the limited territory where "expressway" has ( Read more... )

This is what happens when you have an hour to waste before The Daily Show. I decided to ramble on about whatever popped into mind. Here's the fruit of my labor ( Read more... )

So maybe it's not tuberculosis. I guess that's a good sign ( Read more... )

Do you ever have one of those nights where you believe in the impossible? Where the bedroom door opens for no reason--possibly from some unfelt gust of wind--but you are convinced you caused it to happen by sheer force of will? Where you know instinctively what a stranger will say next, perhaps the lady in front of you in the grocery store line ( Read more... )

Someone recently told me "Short is the new Long." I think he's full of shit, but for reasons other than that statement. But such are the way of things as of late ( Read more... )

Well, there comes a time in everyone's life when they must evaluate who they are and where they are going. Now is not that time. Now is the time to chase rainbows. To sing songs on the top of your lungs while driving with the windows down. To eat chocolate graham cracker sandwiches with frozen cool whip in the center. To paint your face with ( Read more... )

July 3rd is by definition far cooler than July 4th, especially when donuts, coffee, and all my favorite people are involved. Per tradition, I spent the first thirteen hours of the celebration with Mary, and then went to Paul's for the fireworks. But let me tell you, the real fireworks started long before the sun went down. Yesterday was a day of ( Read more... )