My Stupid Little Life…

The First Draft of an Autobiography

Adventures brought to you by ambien

My father is a dick. Not in the way most fathers are assholes. He’s not rude. Or crass. He doesn’t over exude masculinity to the point that he’s some example … Continue reading

February 28, 2014 · Leave a comment


…whodathunk, huh? Not me, at least. As I sit, excited about the prospect of returning to school and dreading the fact that I’m almost fucking thirty, I am mulling over … Continue reading

February 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

Beginning to find my own happiness

It came to me the other day that part of my personal problems has to do with my self image. I pretty much hate myself. It seems harsh and a … Continue reading

February 10, 2014 · Leave a comment


I’m in London. I’m in fucking London! My entire life I have been obsessed with and had an unhealthy love of anything British adjacent. For the first time in my … Continue reading

November 3, 2013 · Leave a comment

Ho. Lee. Shit.

My brain is still having a difficult time wrapping itself around the fact that I’m fucking getting married. In little more than 24 hours I will be legally bound to … Continue reading

October 31, 2013 · Leave a comment

I have no shame, Katy Perry’s ‘Roar’ inspired this post

Lately the main theme of information bombarded in my direction has been all about voice; finding it and bending it to my will.  For the longest time I thought I … Continue reading

October 22, 2013 · Leave a comment

Wedding Blues

I truly don’t know how straight couples do a wedding. Mine is such a watered down (almost shotgun) wedding and I still manage to panic and freak out.  It’s stressful!  … Continue reading

October 16, 2013 · Leave a comment

Here Comes the Bridegroom

It’s strange to think that I’m getting married… Truly strange. For so long I have wanted it and now it is right within my grasp.  Granted it was finally achieved … Continue reading

October 14, 2013 · Leave a comment

A digital voice

It’s strange to think that my xanga page no longer exists. I had that thing since 2003 and ran to it more often than not when I felt down or … Continue reading

October 6, 2013 · 1 Comment

My Dam is Breaking

It’s been some time since I’ve written here. A long time really. I don’t think I’ve written anything telling or emotional for the last four years. It’s funny this mental … Continue reading

October 4, 2013 · Leave a comment