Office Kool-Aid

I hate Fridays. Why? Because I hate when people say “Happy Friday” to me. It makes my skin crawl. It feels sugar coated and gross and I hate that it is what is said Friday morning instead of “Good morning.” Don’t pop into my office and say “Happy Friday!” like it’s my birthday. It’s not. … More Office Kool-Aid

Finishing The Hat

Is it your 30s that make you question every move you’ve ever made or is it just being an adult? Because either way, if Neverland is real,┬ácan someone let me know where the nearest fairy is at so I can score some pixie dust and move on out? I made Lincoln play this questions game … More Finishing The Hat

Carrie Fisher, drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

Carrie Fisher. Are you fucking kidding me, 2016? People die every day, I get it, internet trolls. But when the majority of icons from the childhoods of any one who grew up in the 70s, 80s, and 90s pass away at very early ages, I think we are allowed to say WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? … More Carrie Fisher, drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

A Christmas Story

It had been a dark year. There was no joy found in the streets. The glowing white lights hung low and swinging, casting no warmth but instead speckled cold brightness onto the streets laced with ice. Soft, white, fluffy snow had failed to fall. The winter had been mostly freezing rain accompanied by sharp winds, … More A Christmas Story