I don’t think it will matter how long I live. I don’t think I will ever be able to understand people. Historically speaking, I’ve always
I seriously don’t know how people celebrate their birthday all month…. or even all week. I am worn the fuck out from yesterday. I didn’t
I got into it with a friend the other day. The story is rather long, but I’ll give you the Cliff’s notes cheat sheet version.
Why must I choose my words carefully? Why can’t I say, “no, I don’t want to do that!”? Because those very few small words may
After I posted the blog about my perpetual happiness a lot of my friends commented that they had never seen me cry. Not just new friends
I saw Joe Sunday. It was maybe one of the best days yet. Not because he was more lucid or made any leaps and bounds