I don’t have a lot of friends. I may have mentioned that before. I have a whole thing I’m writing about that and my thoughts on it. However it isn’t done at this point… and I’m not sure what is written is very good. So I’m not gonna fucking rush it out of fear that … Continue reading Significantly Less Fun than You Think
I was fighting the mold in the bowl with my peas, when a thought popped into my brain… If all of us hated high school so much, why was nothing ever changed… Okay. So if you have never heard “Punk Rock Academy” by Atom and His Package you have missed out. I first found this … Continue reading Byrne 2018… Wait What?
This may surprise you but I get told I’m weird kind of a lot. Like daily. I get it. I am unusual. I am well aware of this fact. This is not news. I’ve always been weird. And more than likely will always be weird. I am pretty sure this came from my upbringing. It … Continue reading Hiding My Weird
Okay. So here’s the deal: I didn’t mean to fall of the face of the Earth with this blog. I swear. I totes love writing it, and totes love the reactions I got from the first couple posts. Here’s what I totes didn’t love: all the shit I have to do in an hour/day/week/month/year. … Continue reading Here’s the Plan
I had a vasectomy. There. Now you can never not know that about me. Yep. I just upped the friendship level here by about a thousand. Hello, Besties. Anyways, yes I had a vasectomy. My baby making days are behind me. That was almost three years ago now. And honestly, it was totally not a … Continue reading Snip, Snidin’ Away
None of us admit that we want to be liked by everyone. But… We totally do. We want everyone to like us. Because after all, we are totally the shit. I mean who the fuck wouldn’t like us? And if they don’t like us, it’s clearly them and not us. So fuck them. Sorry they … Continue reading Bitch Boss, Boss Bitch
I was about 900% certain that I would never, EVER want to run in my life. Unless it was from danger or responsibility, my first 30 years were very firmly anti-running. Ain’t no fucking way, ain’t no fucking how. So as you can imagine, it isn’t a huge surprise that when I turned 30 I … Continue reading Brain Make Body Do