If you were at your own funeral and four people from the most important parts of your life (family, friends, work, and church or community organization) were speaking about you, what would you want them to say? … Yeah, I know. Don’t worry. When I read this question in the Seven Habits, I had to [...] Read more>>
Will I Ever Be Mature?
I’ve always been a bad kid. And when I say bad, I don’t mean like Macaualay Culkin in The Good Son, Damien in The Omen, or the little girl in Orphan. I mean bad as in disruptive, innocuously mischievous, foul-mouthed, and (since I learned how babies were really created) dirty-minded. It wasn’t far-fetched for a [...] Read more>>
Slim Wars: A Confrontation With An Enemy
I f*cking hate fruit flies. Can you feel the malice and abhorrence seeping between the letters in each word? Like seriously, there are few things (or people) that can genuinely annoy me the way that fruit flies can. Sometimes I feel as though they’re bred with the sole purpose of finding my eye, ear, [...] Read more>>
Randomness: It’s Feet Season. I Like Details.
The weather this past weekend was delicious and the cookouts were awesome. Yeah, those adjectives should be flipped but my mind is out of order right now from all the burgers, chicken, oscar myers (this was the best way I could figure to say hot dogs without saying wieners or hot dogs), potato salad, and booze. There [...] Read more>>
True Story: The Night I Could Have Died
When I got dressed on Saturday night to hit up the party on the east side, my biggest concern was making sure that I had cash in my wallet and that my arms weren’t ashy. It never crossed my mind that I might end up on a bench tryin’ to account for lost time, dirty [...] Read more>>
Slowly Gettin’ Back Into the Mix
So it’s been a week since my last entry, as I said it would be. I’ve been trying to get my regular life back, but the emotional and mental struggle remains active in mind. Despite how many smiles, handshakes, lol’s that I type in conversations, and boisterous laughter in real life that people see, I’m [...] Read more>>
An Entry for My Dad, Who Will Be Missed.
0n August 26, 2008 at approximately 445pm, I received a phone call from my mom telling me that my Dad had been rushed to the hospital because he hadn’t been acting like himself. On August 27, 2008 at approximately 845am, 2 days before his birthday, I received a phone call from my Mom telling me [...] Read more>>
