I Write to Spite (and sometimes smite)
Sometimes,I wonder about my writing, but I keep on and on because it’s the best fuck-you I got. Fuck You Dirty Dishes I did not just spend all those years in college to be a house bitch. […]
Year: 2016
If I could go back in time, I’d do it all over again. Literally.
Marty McFly and Doc Brown’s DeLorean are giving me a ride, and we’re traveling to the date of December 15, 2007. They are dropping me off on their way to see Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony’s first […]
Why Do Some ISIS Attacks get Better Coverage than Others?
This is true. But let me explain to you how the news works…Or better said how people works… I’m just focusing on why the news only covers what they cover, not the outcome. Let me […]
Can my own brain be my kryptonite?
Could you imagine if kryptonite was one of Superman’s appendages? He’d be kind of screwed if he got cataplexic everywhere he went. So basically I’m kind of screwed because my kryptonite is my own brain. […]
I’d Be Happy If…
I’d be happy if I could just have a little bit more money, enough to be financially secure and stable. I’d be happy if I could just get an extra hour’s sleep or an extra […]
A Prerequisite to a High School Reunion
I thought that by this time in life, I’d know what I was doing and maybe where I was going. I thought I’d like, I don’t know, be there already. Somewhere. What am I going […]
How to Be Beautiful: A Reflection of Beauty
OMG, when I look in the mirror, I’m a fat cow! Ask anyone in high school, I was a, “fat cow.” The whispers of the insecure dressed in holier-than-thou costumes echoed through the hallways of pencils and ammonia, […]
January Monthly
In the name of the attention-whorism my blog implies, I think I’m going to try a monthly wrap up… again. We’ll see if I remember to do this next month, but it’s part of my […]
I learned…
In 2015, I learned… I learned I am getting better. During the Mayan Apocalypse (if you remember that), I hit a new level of crazy between motherhood and sleep deprivation, and a lot of crazy […]
What if I don’t care about what you care about? Like Celebrity Deaths?
In the future, I would like people to be just as sensitive about other people’s feelings as they expect them to be about their’s. In the death of Alan Rickman and David Bowie, many people […]