I’m Like All Jenga Up in Here
At 28 I kind of figured I’d be having cooler existential breakdowns. Not that there’s anything ‘cool’ about an existential breakdown, but rage typing and not changing out of my pajamas and ratty band t-shirts doesn’t really seem to be…
Eh, The Kids Are Alright (Mostly)
I don’t really look back on my teenage years with rose-colored glasses. It would be both foolish and (let’s face it) I’d thoroughly get mocked (in good fun, or not) by those who actually knew me then (not that I…
It’s Just the Way The World Works, Sugarpants
When I was a kid I wanted a pet octopus, badly. It’s name was going to be Sugarpants and we were going to be the best of friends. I was going to take him with me just everywhere and it…
Party Like It’s 1809
When I was younger I rather imagined that being a grown up involved moving briskly, drinking coffee, awesome hair, and just being important. So, naturally when there was a chance to exercise what I was so sure was my own…
In Which I Question My Inability to Grow Up
I’m not really fit to call myself an adult, most of the time I’m completely convinced that there was a handbook that was given out that got lost in the mail for me. Really, I don’t even fake it all…
