Somehow here it is, Thursday again and to be honest - I’ve got nothin’. No witty insight, no complaints, no inspiration. The last five hours of my life were spent at the library researching the issues of American Feminist Rhetoric. One particular excerpt from a book I read actually hurt my brain. Now, I think of myself as a fairly intelligent individual and this woman had me looking up...
What's in a Costume
In fifth grade, I dressed up as a toothpick for Halloween. Not a superhero, not a scary witch, no…I decided the wooden device you clean your teeth with was clearly more appropriate for the occasion. Halloween costumes have always been something I’ve struggled with. It is difficult to achieve the balance between original and no one being able to tell what you are, i.e. a toothpick. Buying a...
Show Them What You're Made Of.
My first guest blog for www.lifewithoutwax.com Do you ever feel like someone is trying to tell you something? I mean reeeeeeally tell you something. Like hit you over the head with a two-by-four-until-you-understand tell you something. If you haven’t, then take my word you are not paying enough attention. I thought I would re-familiarize myself with lifewithoutwax.com before I began this blog....
Take Your Broke Ass Home.
Beau: It's only $90.
Baby Beau: ONLY $90? $90 is a lot, Daddy. Especially for people like me and Leslie. She doesn't have any money.
Most people rarely have anything unique to say on the subject of music. But as it goes with assholes and opinions, a cliché comment like, “I listen to everything except jazz” or the all too familiar “Anything but country” never cease to escape. Opinions, assholes and clichés aside, I must say my taste in music over the years has developed into quite the eclectic collection. There is no rhyme or...