Browsing all posts tagged under »writing«
→ July 22, 2010
Everywhere I look, there are changes.
But that’s just the way it is.
I may or may not have spent the majority of my day listening to TuPac, my apologies.
At the start of this year, I had high hopes. Really, really high. So high, in fact, I was sure that I must have accidentally [...]
→ June 29, 2010
Question: Why wear the world’s most unflattering, horizontal-striped dress on your birthday?
Answer: So that you have something even more upsetting than your birthday to focus on.
Another viable reason could be because it slightly entirely resembles The Hamburglar. Cus isn’t that what birthdays kind of are? One giant Hamburglar, sneaking up on you to steal another year?
This year has been interesting. My career [...]
→ June 23, 2010
Wait, why are you holding a giant calendar with red X’s all over it?
…And why is there a whistle around your neck?
Did you recently become a gym teacher?
STOP TAPPING YOUR FOOT! What do you mean it’s only been a week and I’ve already broken my promise of posting on Monday, Wednesday and Friday?
Well, well, smartypants.. perhaps you missed the [...]
→ September 30, 2009
[written whilst in the middle of the desert]
Well. If it wasn’t confirmed by my first trip to New Mexico four years ago, it is definitely a fact that I am allergic to the Southwest. My body has rejected it in every possible way. Not in the same way it rejects mayonnaise, but in the way [...]
→ August 1, 2009
Today, while at a routine stop at the Goodwill, I put these three items on the counter. They were exactly what I was looking for. We don’t have the time nor resources to get into the logistics of exactly why I needed this combination of items, but one could assume that I’m a third degree pervert who is [...]
→ February 21, 2009
It’s a day for introspection, my friends…
Before, after, and during my college years, I was told by many a new agey individual and philosophy teacher that I needed to “discover who I was” or “find myself” or get in tune with “my inner person” or whatever. The only thing about myself that I ever knew [...]