Ah, writer’s block. You never know when it’s going to hit. The current writer’s block that reared its ugly head last week after a homeless man tried getting into my house while I was taking a shower, was actually a long time coming. I wish I could pin it entirely on the homeless man, but [...]

So, this weekend I got my first, “you’re not a good writer” comment. KA-POW! Straight into the nuts. Sheeeeeeeiiiit that stung like a whoopee cushion exploding against your bare ass after you stuck it in your underwear. I pouted like a little bitch about it for the next two hours. I looked to my boyfriend [...]

I secretly love reading self-help articles written by people who have no formal training in telling you how to live your life. In my scavenging for these articles on such sites like Huffington Post, The Frisky and any bubbly-logo’d site aimed towards my demographic, I occasionally come across posts condemning the act of longing. “Longing [...]

I rarely drink anymore. Because of that, this post is spawned from the fact that I spent most of yesterday morning barfing up the Janis Joplin- hemp seed veggie patty, Tillamook cheese and avocado- at Austin’s beloved burger spot, Hopdoddy. I had three drinks of tequila and my body was all like, “WTF is this [...]