No matter what happens tonight on election night, it’s just the beginning.
I recently went to my first writers conference (virtually). What did I learn? I’m a shitty writer.
I was as happy as a school girl on heroin pedaling through a residential neighborhood in San Diego — when I got screwed. Hundreds of times. That’s how many drywall screws were lying about the bike lane pointing every which way. Gray screws against gray pavement. Almost impossible […]
The LJBTC community was infested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
I came out of the closet carrying a fairly new, perfectly good hat. But I will never wear that shit again.
When Trump got the Covid, way too many fucking people “wished” him well.
No good deed goes unpunished. No well-intentioned wish doesn’t fuck up the universe — again.
I was insufferable enough when I was just an atheist. But in the last few years, it’s gotten worse.
Recently, I’ve been diagnosed with a chronic and progressive disease. No worries, it’s not fatal — as long as I “treat it” correctly.
“Chacha,” an anonymous and apparently literary genius of the internet, gave this bullshit it’s first “real” bad review.
Jesus wanted our money — but this time it was for a good cause: better brewing from Larry, for fuck’s sake.
I was watching one of those bullshit Hollywood chat shows, when I heard something interesting — yeah shocked me to.
My whole life I’ve been told how fair I am — fair skinned that is.
Now that shit is unacceptable and the PC police have been attacking “fair” skin for being unfair.
I got a new iPhone with face recognition. Now my Twitter feed is fucking with me.
Michelle Obama said she has “low-grade depression” due to covid-19. Who the fuck doesn’t? But it got me thinking — if even men get postpartum depression what the hell happens to every first family when the POTUS high is over.
I’ll bet you didn’t know, but I’m a fucking hero. I’m saving the ocean with every stupid search on the Google I make.