Thursday, July 30, 2015
My memories of college move-in days involve a lot of crying or sweating. Sometimes both, together.
At the time, I wasn’t so great at the whole being away from my parents thing. Damn you both for providing me with a loving childhood.
Simultaneously, my college wasn’t so great at the whole air conditioning thing. Three flights of steps + all of my worldly possessions – A/C = a disgruntled father. I...
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Breaking up, as they say, is hard to do. No one ever says the right thing. Someone is always crying. And the dumper, despite the very best of intentions, is automatically the bad guy.
Now imagine if you took the subjective element out of it. Instead of spouting out lines that are meant to comfort but that always feel like crap to hear (“It’s not you, it’s me,” “You deserve so much better”, “I...
Thursday, July 16, 2015
I consider myself an ambassador for the following:
1. Ross Dress for Less. I can’t describe the joy I feel when I leave the store with 22 pieces of clothing for $200. Sure, some of the items have a shorter shelf life than a carton of milk, but it’s that initial pleasure that appeals to me. A large majority of the clothes are also comprised of synthetic materials not of this world, but who am I to...
Thursday, July 9, 2015
We’ve all been volun-told to do things in life. You know—when it’s “strongly suggested” that you volunteer for something. It’s presented like a choice, but it’s really not.
I’m volun-told to help my Mom get ready for our annual Christmas party every December, just like my best friend is volun-told to dress up with me for Halloween. Why she needs any convincing is beyond me.
We all have busy...