This is probably the first journal post I’ve ever done. Meh. Not like you wanted to get anything done anyway, right? Might as well read it. There are…
My son was a lot like the little boy from Jerry Maguire; he wore coke-bottle nerd glasses, complete with an elastic strap to hold them onto his head.…
I wasn’t going to write about my existential crisis because it sounds like hippy-dippy shit, and hippy-dippy shit annoys me. But one of you asked me to write…
When I arrived in Cincinnati at age 21 to start my master’s degree, I had not yet cultivated a high-quality bitch face. I didn’t even know it was…
If you are vehemently opposed to idle gossip, look away or click the X or whatever, ’cause I’m about to gossip about my weird-ass neighbor. This isn’t even…
I’ve already made peace with the extra ten pounds I possess and the fact that they afford me the ability to eat cake, so the proliferation of moms…
